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Molly adjusted the blueprint under the streetlight. “The piñata is a Trojan horse, Bill. We go in with the ponies, leave with the presents.” Bill squinted at the park pavilion. “There’s a clown, Molly. I don’t do clowns.” “The clown is a distraction. You handle the clown. I handle the loot.” She traced a path with her finger. “Guests arrive at three. Cake at four. We strike during ‘Pin the Tail on the Donkey’. Maximum chaos.” “Chaos is messy. What about the kids?” Bill shifted his weight. “Kids love chaos. It’s their natural habitat.” She tapped the blueprint. “You create a diversion—spilled juice boxes, maybe a glitter bomb. I’ll wheel the presents out in the balloon cart.” “What if they notice?” “Notice what? It’s a balloon cart. It’s full of balloons. And also, every single present from the ‘Gift Table.’” She smiled. “By the time the clown resets his squirting flower, we’re gone. The biggest haul since the Great Lego Heist of ’08.” Bill sighed, popping a piece of bubble gum. “Fine. But if that clown’s nose honks, I’m out.” “It’s a deal. Now, practice your helium voice. You’re the balloon guy.”