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Molly peered through the dusty binoculars, carefully adjusting the focus on the inflatable bouncy castle. "It is heavily guarded." she whispered quietly into the device. Bill chewed his stale gum nervously while watching the quiet suburban driveway. "By who? Clowns?" he asked skeptically. "Parents." Molly said without looking away. "Fierce mothers with weaponized strollers." Bill sighed loudly without saying anything else. "They are six, Mol." "Think LEGO sets. Pure profit." "Morals?" he questioned reluctantly while shifting his weight. "Morals do not pay rent." she replied coldly to his moral concern. Bill looked at the crumpled invitation again in his hand. "Timmy's seventh birthday." "Seven candles. Seven figures." Molly lowered the binoculars slowly to her side. "During the magic show." "When everyone is distracted?" "Rabbit in hat. Presents in van." Bill kicked a small stone across the pavement. "I still think we should rob a bank." "Banks have alarms. Kids have cake." "Cake is not currency." "No, but the gift cards are." Molly checked her expensive watch carefully. "Suit up. Party starts in ten." Bill groaned loudly in protest. "Must I wear the costume?" "You are the pony."