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“You’re telling me we’re robbing a five-year-old?” Bill asked. “I’m telling you we’re robbing thirty-five five-year-olds,” Molly said. “Chuck E. Cheese on a Saturday afternoon. Maximum payload, minimum security. I already did the recon.” “What about the parents?” “Distracted by pizza and bottomless soda. We walk right in as the entertainment.” “We’re not clowns, Molly.” “We are tonight. Bright red noses, wigs, and floppy shoes in the trunk.” “This is morally bankrupt.” “It’s economically sound. The presents get stacked by the bouncy castle. I herd the little beasts with balloon animals while you load the sack by the exit.” “What if somebody recognizes us?” “Please. We’ll have face paint and rubber noses. You could rob your own dear mother.” “What if a kid cries?” “Give it a balloon sword and tell it to guard the cake with its life.” Molly checked her watch. “Cake hits at four. That’s our window.” “I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.” “Believe it. One hour, zero alarms, enough gift cards to fund a decent beach house in Florida.” Bill groaned. “I want hazard pay.” “You want forty untouched Nintendo Switches and maybe three lava lamps?” “Fine. But I’m absolutely not doing the magic show, Molly.” “Put the nose on.”