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"So let me get this straight," Molly said, tapping her pen against the blueprints. "We're robbing a seven-year-old." "We're robbing a seven-year-old's *guests*," Bill corrected. "Big difference. Ethically." "Oh, ethically." "The kid still gets the cake." "Bill, they hired a magician." "So?" "So there's going to be a *magician* there. Possibly trained in misdirection. Possibly armed." "Armed with what, Molly? A dove?" "Don't underestimate doves." Bill sighed and pointed at the diagram. "Bounce house here. Piñata here. Present table — right by the window. We go in during 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey.' Nobody can see." "Because they're blindfolded." "Exactly." "That's genuinely the stupidest plan you've ever had, and last month you tried to rob a bank dressed as a bank." "It almost worked." "You walked up to the teller and said, 'I'm the bank.'" "And she laughed, Molly. She laughed, which means she let her guard down." "She called security." "After laughing." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine. What's in it for us? LEGOs? A Barbie Dreamhouse?" "The kid's dad is a hedge fund guy." "...Go on." "Rumor is one of the gifts is a Rolex." "For a seven-year-old?" "Rich people, Molly."