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Okay, so the target is a six-year-old's birthday party. Wait — that's the blueprint for a bouncy castle. I had to improvise. The real blueprints were in a locked cabinet. You stole the wrong file? I stole the only file. Details, Bill. So walk me through the plan. The party starts at two. Parents drop off their kids. We blend in. How? I don't have a kid. You'll be wearing a clown costume. Absolutely not. The wig has been paid for, Bill. You bought me a clown wig? It was on sale. Three dollars. Don't make it weird. Where's my dignity in this plan? In the trunk of the car, right next to the smoke machine. Smoke machine? Every good heist needs atmosphere. It's a children's party, Molly, not Ocean's Eleven. Every heist is Ocean's Eleven if you believe hard enough. So I'm a clown. What are you? The balloon artist. Obviously. And then what? I distract the kids with a poodle-shaped balloon while you load the presents into the van. What if the kids notice? They won't. I'm an excellent balloon artist. You once made something that looked like a lung. It was a dolphin! It had alveoli, Molly. Focus, Bill. We're professionals. Are we, though? That's not a productive question.