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“So you’re telling me the mark is a six-year-old?” Bill adjusted his black beanie, which did nothing to hide his skepticism. “We’ve done banks, museums, even that one petting zoo—but a child’s birthday?” “It’s a high-value target,” Molly whispered, spreading a napkin diagram across the diner table. “The parents are rich. Those presents are unsecured, unsupervised, and wrapped in shiny paper that rips in three seconds.” “And the security? A woman named Grandma Carol with a handbag full of Werther’s Originals and a deadly glare.” “Exactly. She’s the muscle. But I have a plan.” Molly tapped the napkin. “You distract with a magic show. I go in through the bounce house.” Bill snorted. “Magic show? My rabbit is out on parole. I can juggle. Badly.” “Better. You drop one. The screaming will cover my entry.” “And if the kid cries?” “Then we’re not just thieves, we’re heroes—we taught them about disappointment.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But I’m not wearing the clown nose.” “You will wear the clown nose, or I’m telling the others about the alpaca incident.” “Low blow.” “High reward. Now, let’s run the con again. What’s your distraction?” “I make a balloon giraffe. It pops. Chaos.” “And then?” “I yell ‘Freeze tag!’ and point at grandma.” “And I?” “You empty the gift table into the trash bags. Exit via the dog door.” “The dog door? I’m not that flexible.” “Then don’t eat the cake beforehand. Remember, we’re professionals.” “We’re stealing from a five-year-old.” “Six. Get it right.”