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Molly adjusted her ski mask in the rearview mirror and frowned at the glitter-stained invitation. “You sure this is the place? It says ‘Princess Extravaganza’ and there’s a bouncy castle.” Bill checked his grappling hook and nodded. “Soft target. They’ll never expect a heist during the magic show.” “Bill, we’re stealing from six-year-olds.” “Seven-year-olds, actually. Premium age bracket. Rich parents, excessive gifting.” He unfolded a floor plan drawn in crayon. “We enter through the side gate during the piñata distraction, neutralize the clown—” “Neutralize the clown?” “Metaphorically. We bribe him with a goldfish. Then we hit the present table while they’re eating cake.” Molly stared at the blueprint. “What about the parents?” “Phones out, posting photos. Total attention vacuum.” He tossed her a unicorn onesie. “Disguise. You’re ‘Party Entertainment.’” “I’m not wearing that.” “Fine. But I’m keeping the goodie bag.” “Bill, there’s a pony in the backyard.” “Optional getaway vehicle.” Molly sighed deeply and pulled on the onesie. “If this ends with me eating a juice box and crying, I want a bigger cut.” “Seventy-thirty?” “Eighty-twenty, and I drive the pony.” “Deal. But I get the piñata.”