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“You sure about this, Bill?” Molly asked, adjusting her black ski mask. “A children’s party? That’s low, even for us.” “Low is high reward,” Bill said, fiddling with a laser pointer. “Look, the invitation says ‘Princess Rainbow’s 6th Birthday.’ The parents go all out—tablets, drones, even a pony once.” “A pony? How do we fence a pony?” “We don’t. We steal the gift bags. Each has a gift card worth at least fifty bucks. Twenty bags. That’s a grand. Easy.” “And the crying children? The tantrums? The birthday girl sobbing into her Rainbow Dash cake?” “That’s why we go during the magic show. The clown distracts them.” “A clown? Bill, I have a thing about clowns.” “You have a thing about everything. Fine. We go during the pinata. Kids are blindfolded with sticks. Perfect cover.” “So I wade into a mob of sugar-crazed six-year-olds swinging bats. While you—what?” “I crawl under the gift table. Snip the ribbon ties. You cause a diversion.” “Like what?” “I don’t know. Pretend to be a superhero. Burst through the bouncy castle. Yell ‘The presents are bewitched!’” Molly sighed. “I hate my life. But I hate my day job more. Fine. We go at three. But I’m keeping the clown makeup. For emergencies.” “Deal. Now pass the face paint.”