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The back room of the diner was sticky. Molly stirred her coffee with a grimace. “The target is a six-year-old’s birthday. Saturday, 2 PM,” Bill said, tapping a crayon-drawn map. “Security?” “Lax. One adult, possibly wine-impaired. Perimeter is a picket fence. Guard dog is a schnauzer named Mr. Wiggles.” “Entry point?” “Side gate, obscured by a bouncing castle. Our in is as ‘Clown Harmony.’ You juggle, I’ll make balloon poodles.” “The loot?” “Presents are stacked by the fireplace. Prime items: a new tablet, a mountain bike, and, I quote, ‘a million Legos.’ Exit during the cake chaos. Parental units will be distracted by singing.” Molly sipped her coffee. “And the extraction?” “Mr. Wiggles has a weakness for processed cheese. I’ve procured a bag of cubes.” “This is the dumbest job we’ve ever planned.” “High reward, low risk. Besides, you got a better plan for rent?” “I suppose not. What’s the contingency if the birthday boy cries?” “Standard protocol. We abort and leave a balloon poodle as a consolation prize.”