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Molly adjusted her ski mask, the cheap wool itching against her nose as she peered through the rusty wire fence at the brightly colored bouncy castle. "Are you sure about this?" Bill checked his watch, tapping the cracked face twice. "Absolutely. The clown leaves for a smoke break at noon. That gives us exactly four minutes." She glanced down at the blueprint spread across the dented hood of their getaway car. It was drawn entirely in bright green crayon. "You got the intel from a very little child?" He shrugged, carefully stuffing a professional lockpick into his dark pocket alongside a sticky juice box. "Kids know everything. They see the adults as obstacles. We are going in fast, hitting the gift table, and grabbing the big boxes." Molly sighed, slowly pulling a ridiculously small pink glitter backpack from the passenger seat. "What if they have heavy security?" He laughed, a surprisingly harsh sound in the quiet dark suburban alleyway. "It is a toddler birthday party, not Fort Knox. The only guard is a poodle. We are going to be rich." "Rich with Lego sets?" "Those plastic bricks are worth a massive fortune on the internet. Move out right now, Molly."