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“They’ll never expect it,” Molly whispered, peering through the binoculars. “Expect what? A pair of grown adults in trench coats crashing a five-year-old’s birthday?” Bill asked. “Exactly. Perfect cover. Kids are chaos. We blend in.” “We look like two perverts from a police sketch. What’s the plan, genius?” “Simple. I cause a distraction. You grab the present pile.” “What kind of distraction? Because last time you ‘distracted’ that security guard, he called his mom.” “That was a tactical misstep. This time I’m bringing a balloon animal kit and a really bad juggling act.” “You can’t juggle. You dropped a grapefruit last week.” “It was an avocado. And I slipped. The point is, they’ll be watching me, not you.” “And when they realize the presents are gone?” “We’re already out the door. Bonuses: the cake’s half-eaten, and there’s a piñata.” “I hate piñatas. Candy gets everywhere. I’m still finding wrappers from the Schmitt job.” “Focus, Bill. This is a prime score. That kid’s father is a hedge fund guy. We’re talking a Hatchimal, a Furby, and a drone.” “A drone? We could resell that.” “Exactly. So stop complaining and put on the clown nose.” “I’m not wearing a clown nose.” “Fine. Wear the party hat. But I’m wearing the nose. And I’m calling myself Bubbles.” “You are the worst partner I’ve ever had.” “And yet, you keep showing up. Now let’s go steal from some toddlers.”