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“Molly, casing a toy store is one thing, but robbing a six-year-old’s birthday?” “Seven-year-old,” said Molly. “Respect the mark.” “That makes it worse.” “It makes it organized. Balloons at noon, cake at one, sugar crash at two. We strike at two-oh-five.” “With what, conscience suppressors?” “With clown wigs. No one suspects extra clowns.” “Everyone suspects extra clowns.” “Fine. Magicians.” “I can’t do card tricks.” “You don’t need tricks, Bill. You need a van and the ability to say, ‘These gifts require immediate quality testing.’” “To children?” “To parents. Children can smell weakness.” Bill peered at the invitation. “Treasure Hunt, bouncy castle, pony rides. This kid’s birthday has a larger budget than my last burglary.” “Exactly. Rich parents, expensive presents, distracted guests. It’s practically grant-funded crime.” “And the escape?” “Through the garden, over the hedge, into the alley.” “The pony rides concern me.” “Then avoid the ponies.” “They never avoid me.” Molly grinned and folded the map. “Bill, tonight we steal teddy bears, remote-control dinosaurs, and possibly a karaoke machine.” Bill sighed. “If I’m trampled by a Shetland, put ‘died professionally’ on my grave.” “And if we’re caught?” “We say we’re entertainers.” “For whom?” “For the presents, Bill. They’re leaving with us.”