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"Molly, we can't rob a children's birthday party." "Why not, Bill?" "Because they're children." "Exactly. They can't identify us. Their witness sketches look like potatoes with feelings." "Molly." "Bill, do you know what's inside those glossy wrapped boxes? Unopened, mint-condition, retail-value merchandise. It's a treasure vault guarded by a clown." "There's a clown?" "Rodney the Remarkable. He does balloon animals and light tax fraud. He's on our side for twenty percent." "We have a clown on payroll now?" "Focus, Bill. The party starts at two. Piñata at two-fifteen. That's our window." "Our window is a piñata?" "The kids will be blindfolded, swinging sticks, screaming. Chaos. We waltz in, grab the loot table, waltz out." "What about the parents?" "Sangria, Bill. I bribed the caterer. By two-ten those parents will be singing Fleetwood Mac in the kitchen." "And the birthday boy?" "Timothy. Turning seven. Allergic to peanuts and confrontation." "Molly, this feels morally ambiguous." "Morally ambiguous? Bill, last Tuesday you stole a nun's Vespa." "She was speeding!" "Put on the dinosaur costume." "Why am I the dinosaur?" "Because I'm the magician, and magicians don't carry duffel bags full of Lego." "Fine. But I'm keeping the Lego."