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Molly spread the blueprints across the table, though they were really just crayon drawings stolen from a nearby preschool. "According to my intel, the Johnson kid's birthday party starts at three," she whispered. Bill squinted at the colorful diagram. "Which one's the target house?" "The one with forty-seven presents piled on a table that costs more than your car." "I don't have a car." "That's the saddest thing I've ever heard." Molly pointed at the drawing. "Entry through the back door. Mrs. Johnson always leaves it open for the dog." "What's the dog's name?" "Pudding." Bill nodded seriously. "Pudding. Got it. And the security system?" "Six-year-olds. They're everywhere. Unpredictable. Wild." Molly shuddered. "One of them might hug you." Bill paled. "That's a risk I'm willing to take for those presents." "We grab the gifts during pin the tail on the donkey. Total chaos. Nobody's watching." Molly grinned. "I've already bought a gift bag. We walk in, drop off a cheap stuffed animal, and leave with everything else." "What if someone recognizes us?" "Why would anyone recognize two clown performers at a children's party?" Molly asked, adjusting her rainbow wig. Bill stared at her. "Where did you even get that?" "That's not important." She checked her watch. "Showtime in one hour. Don't forget your oversized shoes." "I never forget my oversized shoes." "You forgot them last time." "That was a completely different heist."