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Molly adjusted her goggles. "You’re certain the target is unconscious by eight?" Bill nodded. "Positive. Little Timmy’s turning five. Cake at seven, sugar crash by seven-thirty, total parental blackout by eight. Easy pickings, Molly." "Security?" "One clown, unarmed, emotionally devastated by balloon animals and poor career choices." "Loot assessment?" "Stacked. Legos, a train set, three talking dinosaurs, and what the invite called a ‘surprise big gift.’" Molly’s eyes gleamed. "Entry point?" "Side yard is a no-go. Chihuahua minefield. We rappel from the oak tree, drop onto the present table, stuff the sacks, and exfil past the bouncy castle." "Why is there always a bouncy castle?" "Because joy is a structural weakness. Wear the purple wig. If caught, you’re Aunt Linda from Des Moines." "I hate Aunt Linda." "She brought tuna casserole and crippling debt. Now sync watches. The piñata detonates at twenty hundred hours." "That’s not a piñata, Bill. That’s a hornets’ nest." "Exactly. Nobody pursues a thief covered in hornets." Molly tightened her harness. "I want double hazard pay." "You get juice boxes and glory. Try not to cry when the clown sees you." "Last time was a medical allergy."