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Molly flattened the crumpled party invitation against the dashboard. “So the loot is in a bounce castle? That’s your intel?” Bill adjusted his balaclava, a child’s party hat perched sideways on his head. “It’s a premium inflatable. Parents dump gifts inside for the ‘surprise reveal’.” He pointed. “We hit the zip-door, grab the haul, exit through the face-painting station.” Molly frowned. “And the twelve sugar-high seven-year-olds?” “Distraction.” Bill produced a bag of loud squeaky toys. “I launch these. Chaos ensues. You, with your nimble fingers, unzip and grab.” “My nimble fingers are currently cold,” Molly said, blowing on them. “And what about the clown? He looks suspicious.” “Clown’s on break. Eating a hot dog behind the catering van. I saw him.” Molly squinted at the rainbow-colored castle. “And you’re certain the presents aren’t just… empty boxes? For the magic trick?” Bill’s face fell. “Oh, for the love of— No, they’re real. The mother posted the haul on social media. Mountain of LEGO sets. A drone. Gift cards.” “Alright,” Molly sighed. “But if I get face-painted as a butterfly against my will, you’re doing the next job solo.” Bill grinned. “Deal. On my count: three, two—” A child’s shriek pierced the air. The clown, mustard on his chin, was advancing toward their car. “Abort!” Molly hissed. “We’re going to need a bigger distraction.” Bill grabbed the squeaky toys. “I’ve got this.”