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Molly peered through high-powered binoculars from their idling van. The target house was a symphony of pastel balloons and a squealing inflatable castle. "You're absolutely sure the parents are vacated?" "Positive," Bill said, adjusting his ridiculous rainbow wig and rubber nose. "The invitation said 'Parents Night Out Party.' It's just a dozen sugared-up six-year-olds and a teenage sitter named Kaitlyn who will be on her phone." "So the extraction point is the bounce house? Seriously?" "Think about it," Bill said, tapping the crude map. "It's the perfect blind spot. I go in as Clown Bill. I'll cause a sensory overload with my 'amazing' disappearing rabbit act—" "The one where you just drop it and pretend to look under your hat?" "Technical difficulties are part of the magic! You, as Magician Molly, will be 'making presents disappear' into the giant trick bag. We're in and out before they finish the cake." Molly sighed, staring at her sequined cape. "The Frankfurt diamond job was less degrading." "Think of the haul! Plastic dinosaurs, endless gift cards, those little overpriced building bricks. It's an untapped, unguarded goldmine." "Fine," Molly muttered, pulling on her top hat. "But if one of them calls me 'mommy' or starts to cry, I'm leaving you with the bag."