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The back of the van smelled of old pastries and regret. Molly spread the blueprint across a crate. “Okay, the target is a six-year-old’s birthday party. The loot is in the living room, wrapped and unguarded.” Bill adjusted his balaclava. “Guards?” “One sleep-deprived dad, a possibly hostile clown named Bubbles, and twenty sugar-crazed minors. Our window is during the piñata chaos.” “Extraction?” “We pose as disgruntled entertainers. You’re a failing magician. I’ll be your assistant, ‘Mystique.’ We load the presents into your oversized trick trunk.” “A magician? I’m a safecracker, Mol.” “It’s gift wrap, Bill. Not a titanium vault. The real problem is the dog.” “Attack dog?” “French bulldog. Named Mr. Wiggles. He’s… emotionally needy. He might try to love us to death and blow our cover.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But if that clown’s balloon animals are a threat, I’m popping every last one.”