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“You want us to hit a six-year-old’s birthday party?” Bill asked, lowering his newspaper. “The kid’s name is Bartholomew,” Molly stated, pointing at the elaborate map. “His father is a bubble bath tycoon. The haul will be epic.” “We’re gonna steal from a baby?” “We’re liberating overpriced plastic from a privileged infant, Bill. It’s practically a public service. Now, the main obstacle is the clown.” “Clowns are creepy. I’m not okay with clowns.” “The clown is a distraction. He’ll be busy making balloon poodles. That’s our window. You create a diversion.” “What kind of diversion?” “Spill the fruit punch. Claim a bee stung you. Start crying. I don’t know, improvise! I’ll grab the presents from the gift table.” “This feels wrong. What about the cake?” “The cake is not part of the job, Bill.” “It’s a three-tier chocolate fudge. It’s a shame to leave it.” “Fine! Grab a slice on the way out. But the big score is the new, unopened X-Station 5. That’s the payload. Are you in or not?” “I want the corner piece with the fondant race car.” “Deal. Now, let’s go over the exit strategy. The piñata’s a squealer.”