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“The target is a six-year-old’s birthday party,” Molly said, laying a hand-drawn map on the table. “A heist? Molly, it’s a yard full of toddlers.” “Precisely! Low security, predictable patterns. The mark—a ‘Super-Spy Sam’ action figure—will be in the blue-wrapped package. We need the whole haul for cover.” Bill stirred his coffee. “What’s the exfil strategy? Balloon animals?” “We go in as ‘Sparkle the Clown’ and her assistant. You’ll create a diversion.” “I’m not singing the banana song.” “You’ll sing it beautifully. During the second chorus, I’ll excuse myself to ‘refill the glitter.’ I’ll hit the gift table, stash the loot in the oversized clown car, and we vanish.” “What’s the primary obstacle?” “Vigilant parents. And a possible Labrador retriever named Buster.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But my clown name is ‘Mr. Fizzles,’ and I want a bigger cut.” “Sixty-forty. And you keep the wig.” “The pink one? Deal. What about the cake?” “No cake. This is a surgical strike.” “A surgical strike on a piñata.” “Focus, Bill. We go in at 1400 hours. Remember, the only thing louder than a crying child is a missing ‘Super-Spy Sam.’”