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"You're telling me the target is a birthday party," Bill said, staring at the flyer on the table. "A literal children's birthday party." "It's not just any party, Bill. It's the Henderson kid's seventh. The father is a tech mogul who believes in overcompensating for his absence with excessive material goods," Molly replied, tapping the map. "We go in, we grab the loot, we vanish before the cake is cut." "The loot is stuffed animals and LEGO sets, Molly. I didn't join the criminal underworld to steal action figures." "Think bigger. That pile includes the new gaming console, the electric ride-on car, and reportedly a solid gold commemorative coin from his grandmother. We are talking about a five-thousand-dollar haul minimum." "Five thousand dollars to dodge a clown? That seems like a bad risk-reward ratio." "The clown is part of the plan. We dress as entertainers. You're the balloon animal guy; I'm the face painter." "I am not twisting balloons, Molly. My hands are insured for precision lock-picking, not making poodle dogs out of latex." "Then you're the magician. Bad magicians are invisible. Everyone looks at the rabbit, nobody looks at the guy sawing the lady in half unless he messes up. You won't mess up." "What if a kid sees us stuffing consoles into a sack?" "Kids are distracted by sugar and chaos. We time it for right after the pinata breaks. Total sensory overload. While they are fighting over candy, we strip the tree." "And the parents? There will be twenty adults watching every move." "Parents at these things are either drunk on cheap punch or glued to their phones documenting the event for social media. We are ghosts, Bill. Phantom thieves in the land of bouncy castles." "I still think this is beneath us. Remember the museum job? The diamond necklace?" "The museum job got us nearly caught by a laser grid. This is soft targets, Bill. Low security, high reward. Besides, who suspects a theft at a seventh birthday? It's the perfect crime." "The perfect crime involves not having to wear a polka-dot bow tie." "It's part of the disguise! Blend in!" "I look ridiculous. I feel ridiculous. If I get caught, I'm blaming you." "If we get caught, we'll be in jail with people who stole cars, not people who stole a My Little Pony collection. We'll be the laughingstock of the penitentiary." "Exactly! That's my point! Our reputation!" "Our reputation pays the rent when we actually pull off the job. Now, do you want the gold coin or not?" Bill sighed, slumping in his chair. "Fine. But if I have to make a balloon sword, I'm poking someone with it." "Deal. Now, let's go over the escape route. We exit through the bathroom window, drop into the neighbor's yard, and blend in with the stray cats." "There are no stray cats in that neighborhood, Molly. It's too clean." "Then we blend in with the landscaping. Stop nitpicking the details and focus on the prize. Imagine the look on that tech mogul's face when he realizes his kid got nothing but a empty box and a handwritten note." "That's cruel, even for us." "It's business, Bill. Strictly business. Now, grab the blueprints. We move at 1400 hours tomorrow." "1400 hours? That's 2 PM. The party is in full swing then." "Exactly. Maximum chaos, minimum suspicion. Let's go rob some children, Bill. It's going to be legendary." "I hate you sometimes, Molly." "I know. That's why we make such a great team."