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Molly unrolled the blueprints across the sticky diner table, nudging aside a plate of cold fries. "Okay, Bill. The target is a six-year-old named Tobias. His birthday is Saturday." Bill squinted at the paper. "Is that a bouncy castle?" "That's the perimeter breach point." "Molly, that's a bouncy castle." She tapped her pen aggressively. "Focus. There will be approximately twelve children, three parents, and one clown named Giggles." "I hate clowns." "Everyone hates clowns. That's our advantage. While Giggles distracts the kids with balloon animals, you extract the presents from the gift table." Bill leaned back, chewing a toothpick. "What's the take? Realistically." "Conservative estimate? Two LEGO sets, a Nintendo Switch, approximately four hundred dollars in gift cards, and whatever's in those shiny bags." "Gift bags are a trap, Molly. It's always socks." "Then skip the bags." "And the cake?" She paused. "What about the cake?" "I want the cake." "Bill, we are not stealing a child's birthday cake." "You said we were thieves with no moral compass." "I said no functional moral compass. There's still a needle." Bill sighed, pocketing a sugar packet. "Fine. But I'm taking a juice box on principle."