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Bill checked his watch. "You're honestly telling me we hit a bouncy castle?" "Five o'clock. Forty toddlers. One dangerously distracted birthday clown." "What about security?" "Dave the DJ. He smokes at four-fifty-eight exactly." Molly frowned. "What's the payload looking like?" "Twenty gift bags, four scooters, enough plastic junk to fund our month." "How do we disguise ourselves?" "We go as caterers. I stole these uniforms off a laundry line." "Escape route?" "Through the kitchen, past screaming parents, out the side gate." "What about the giant cake?" "We are absolutely not eating any of that cake." "But it's triple-chocolate fudge." "Focus. This is a precision operation, not some amateur bakery heist." "Fine. What about the party favors?" "Leave the stickers and bubbles. I'm a thief, not a monster." "And if that clown catches us?" "We hand him a balloon animal and vanish into chaos." Bill tossed her a bag. "Ready to finally do this?" Molly pulled on her mask. "I can't believe we're robbing a four-year-old." "Correction," Bill grinned. "We're liberating toys from capitalist toddlers." "You're a real poet, Bill." "Stick with me. We're swimming in LEGO bricks and Nerf guns." "Just try not to trip over the birthday boy."