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Molly unrolled the blueprint. The map was glitter-glued crayon depicting Mrs. Higgins' backyard, annotated with a stick figure labeled Barnaby. She tapped the paper with a grease-stained finger, adjusting her black gloves and checking the grappling hook in her purse. "Target: gift table at six. Parents distracted by magicians. Slip past bouncy castle, handle hamster, extract loot." Bill poked his coffee. He looked like a bear in a stained tank top. He stared at the donuts seeking absolution. "We broke into a bank. We stole a toupee. Why rob a six-year-old? My soul is heavy." "My soul needs the limited-edition console and the red velvet cake with excessive frosting. The cake is mandatory. Watch for jelly bean mines; the forum reports three casualties." Bill rubbed his temples, a vein throbbing as he traced the bouncy castle on the paper. He imagined his bulk destroying the inflatable joy. "Climb fence, dodge candy, fight rodent, steal tech and pastry. Exit strategy? The minivan is out?" "Inflatables. I ride you down the slide for momentum to clear the wall into the hedge. Break my fall." "Ride you? I'm two hundred pounds. We pop the slide. Giant whoopee cushion noise. Trapped in vinyl while clowns throw grapes." "Clowns are weak. Unionized and distracted by grapes. That's the window. Want the hoverboard? Neon wheels." Bill stared at the map. His shoulders slumped, then straightened. Neon wheels triggered a Pavlovian response, bypassing his conscience. He wiped crumbs from his chin, eyes narrowing with avarice. "Fine. If I bounce into the piñata, I keep the controller. Barnaby is your problem. I hate teeth." Molly grinned, a predator sensing weakness. She rolled the map, shoved it into her pocket, and slid out of the booth, boots squeaking on the linoleum. "Deal. Black spandex. No squeaky shoes. We ride at dusk. Children weep; cake is delicious." "I hate my life," Bill muttered, though he reached for the laser pointer. The red dot illuminated his resignation as he rehearsed the slide.