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Molly tapped her foot peinevly atop the milk crate they’d repurposed as a table. “Bill, I still don’t see why we couldn’t just hit another bank.” Bill groaned, tossing a handful of glitter onto the crude blueprint between them. “Because banks have lasers, dogs, and cops who can shoot. This?” He jabbed a finger at the scribbled曾是东. “This is cake. Literally. There’s gonna be cake.” Molly squinted at the drawing. “Did you sketch the target venue… in crayon?” “The party suplie- store was out Swift markers,” Bill snipped, crossing his arms. “Focus. We’ve got ten minutes before Chuck E. Cheese turns into chaos central. Here’s the play—you dress up as the birthday clown.” “Clowns terrify me.” “Good! Terrify the kids first, then rob them. Natural order.” Bill flourished a neon-pink party hat. “I’ll scam security by pretending Just be the overly enthused dad who ‘forgot’ where the gift table is.” Molly glared. “You’re covered in prison tattoos and smell like beef jerky.” “Exactly. No one suspects the guy who looks like he once fought a waffle iron. Now—” He yanked open a duffel bag. “Supplies: walkie-talkies, candy distractions, and this.” He brandished a plastic spork. “… Are we storming Normandy or a six-year-old’s buffet?” “Every mastermind has his tools.” Bill sniffed. “That place runs on pizza fumes and tantrums. One spork to the balloon arch, boom—diversion.” Molly exhaled sharply. “Okay. Fine. But if a toddler outsmarts us, I’m blaming you.” “Deal.” He tossed her a rainbow wig. “Now smile. Nothing says ‘trustworthy entertainer’ like cavities and existential dread.” Molly jammed the wig on. “Remind me why I work with you.” Bill winked. “Because who else would split a piñata haul 60/40?” “Fifty-fifty or I’m ratting you out to the hamster mascot.” “……You’d fistfight a hamster for me. I’m touched.” Molly stood, adjusting her polka-dot suspenders. “Let’s roll. And Bill? If you eat any cake mid-heist, I’m leaving you for the bounce house.”