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Molly scraped frosting from her nail with a toothpick. “The bounce house is a distraction, Bill. Not the target.” Bill adjusted his balaclava, which smelled faintly of catnip. “But what if I want to bounce?” “You’re forty-seven.” She unrolled a blueprint of the Dinosaur Safari Kingdom Party Zone. The toilet block was circled in red Sharpie. “The loot is in the Goody Bag Fortress. Past the balloon arch and the face-painting station. The clown, Bubbles, is a master of sleight-of-hand. He hides the presents in the inflatable T-Rex’s tail.” Bill squinted. “T-Rex has a tail?” “Model-Z. It’s a structural vulnerability.” She tapped the diagram. “You create a diversion by releasing the ladybug catapult’s spring. I slip in, grab the haul, exit through the ball pit. We rendezvous by the unicorn piñata.” A child shrieked with laughter outside. Bill chewed his lip. “But what if I get stuck in the ball pit again?” “Then I’ll leave you there.” Molly pocketed the blueprint. “That’s the plan.” “And Bubbles?” “He’ll be too busy crying about the catapult.” She pulled her ski mask down. “Let’s go make some five-year-olds miserable.”