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The van smelled of stale coffee and poor life choices. Molly pointed a laser pointer at a crayon-drawn schematic taped to the wall. “The primary mark is the bouncy castle. That’s our distraction.” Bill adjusted his black beanie. “The loot’s in the dining room. Heavily guarded by a six-year-old in a dinosaur costume.” “Our window is during the piñata frenzy. You create a diversion by ‘accidentally’ falling into the cake.” “I don’t wanna fall in the cake again, Mol. The last one was carrot.” “Professionalism, Bill! Now, the exfil route is through the side gate, past the terrier. Intel says he’s easily bribed with cocktail sausages.” Bill sighed. “The mom’s a martial arts instructor.” “Which is why we go in disguised as clowns. Nobody questions a clown.” “I hate clowns.” “We’re thieves, Bill. We’re supposed to hate everything.”