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"So the target's a bouncy castle full of sugar-addled six-year-olds, and we're after the gift pile?" Bill asked, peering through binoculars at the clown making balloon animals. "That's a high-risk giggle zone." Molly sighed, snatching the binoculars. "Stop casing the clown, you idiot. It's operation 'Pin the Tail on the Loot'. We go in as the premium entertainment." "Premium? I've got stage fright. What if they smell the desperation on me?" Bill whimpered. "I can't even do a decent magic trick." "You're not a magician; you're 'Bill the Balloon Baron'. I'm 'Molly the Face-Painting Monet'. I paint a butterfly on a kid's cheek, you twist a balloon into a shiv, we grab the shiny pile and vanish like their hopes of a pony." "A balloon shiv? That's just pointlessly sad, Molly." Bill shuddered. "What's the signal for chaos?" "The birthday song. When they screech 'Happy Birthday', I'll knock over the juice bar, you yell 'Piñata emergency!', and in the stampede, we load the haul into the 'Barry the Dancing Bear' costume's backpack." "There's a dancing bear?" Bill asked. "You are the dancing bear," Molly said flatly. "The suit has reinforced pockets and no eye holes. You'll be sweating pure panic in the dark, which is perfect. It muffles your sobbing."