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"The target is a six-year-old's birthday party," Molly whispered, unrolling a hand-drawn map onto the park bench. "A what?" said Bill. "You heard me. Timmy Perkins. Turns seven on Saturday." "Six turning seven, Molly. That's our mark?" "The guest list alone has forty kids. Forty presents minimum. We're talking Lego sets, remote control cars, probably a bike." "We're stealing from a child." "We're redistributing gifts from a child who already has a trampoline, two iPads, and a golden retriever named Biscuit." "How do you know about Biscuit?" "I did reconnaissance." "You went to a child's birthday party for reconnaissance?" "I told them I was someone's aunt." "Whose aunt?" "I don't know, Bill, just a general aunt." "This is the worst plan you've ever had." "You said that about the art gallery." "We got chased by a swan at the art gallery." "And we still got the painting." Bill folded his arms. "What's our entry point?" "The bouncy castle. Nobody questions an adult climbing into a bouncy castle." "I question it." "Nobody normal, Bill." He stared at the map for a long moment. "Fine. But I'm keeping the Lego."