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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the sticky diner table, narrowly avoiding a puddle of syrup. Bill leaned in, squinting at her crayon markings. "Why is the bouncy castle labeled 'Fort Knox'?" "Because, Bill, that's where Timmy's dad stashes the good loot. The LEGO sets. The Nintendo." "We're stealing from a seven-year-old." "We're stealing from a seven-year-old's *guests*," Molly corrected, tapping the paper. "There's a difference. Morally." Bill sipped his coffee. "Is there, though?" "Look, you go in dressed as the clown. I'll handle the piñata diversion." "I'm not being the clown again." "You have the face for it." "That's deeply hurtful." Molly sighed, pulling out a second diagram. "Fine. You're the magician. You pull presents out of the hat instead of rabbits. We're out the back door before anyone cuts the cake." "And the parents?" "Distracted. There's always one dad who brings a drone. We weaponize that." Bill set down his mug. "Molly. Be honest with me. Is this about the money, or about the fact that you weren't invited to Jessica Finkelman's birthday in 1994?" Molly's eye twitched. She rolled up the blueprint slowly. "Wear the red nose, Bill."