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Molly slapped the newspaper down on the table. "It's the Van der Clue mansion. They hired a clown. We need a plan." "A clown?" Bill scoffed. "What’s the angle?" "The angle is a ten-foot-tall bouncy castle, a distracted staff, and a guest list of toddlers. Their security is a guy named Carl who mostly worries about bubble solution spills. The haul is in a designated 'Gift Room.' It's a velvet-roped library." Bill stared. "You want us to crash a five-year-old’s birthday party." "It’s a surgical strike. We go in as caterers. You’re the miserable balloon-animal guy." "I don’t do balloon animals." "You'll learn. I'll handle the extraction. We stuff the loot into a giant, empty gift bag, waltz right out the front door during the pinata chaos." "And the kids? What if one cries?" "You give them a poorly-made balloon sword and run. This isn't 'Ocean's Eleven,' it's a cakewalk. The hardest part will be not eating all the mini hot dogs." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine. But if a single child asks me for a poodle, I'm out. I have a reputation." "Your reputation is that you once got outsmarted by a motion-sensor light. Now, practice your twists. You need to master the poodle."