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"So we're really doing this," Bill whispered, adjusting his ski mask. "A children's party." "It's not just any party," Molly said. "It's a five-year-old's birthday at the country club. These kids are getting iPads, drones, designer backpacks." "Designer backpacks? For kindergarteners?" "Trust-fund kindergarteners, Bill." "Right. So what's the plan?" "You're the clown." "I'm the what?" "The clown. There's a booking mix-up—real clown's got food poisoning. You show up, entertain the kids, keep them distracted." "What do I do? I don't know clown things." "Make balloon animals." "I can't make balloon animals." "How hard can it be?" "I tried once. It looked like a balloon murder scene." "Perfect. The kids will love you. Meanwhile, I slip into the gift room disguised as catering staff." "And how do you know where the gift room is?" "I sent the birthday boy's mom a very convincing email about party logistics." "You catfished a mom?" "I prefer 'social engineering.' Now honk your nose and let's go." "What if the real clown shows up?" "Then we improvise. We're professionals, Bill." "We absolutely are not." "Fake it till you make it. That's step one of every heist manual ever written." "Is there a step two?" "Don't get caught by kindergarteners."