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“I still say we hit the clown first,” Molly whispered, peering over the hedge at the bouncing castle. “Take out the entertainment, the kids’ll be chaos. Easy pickings.” Bill adjusted his tiny party hat. “Clown’s got balloons, Mol. You pop those and we’ve got twenty screaming gremlins on us like piranhas. We go in through the bouncy castle. Silent. Ninja-like.” “Ninjas don’t wear velcro shoes that squeak, Bill.” “They do if they’re committed. Look, we grab the gift table while they’re singing Happy Birthday. I’ll be the mysterious magician. You be the face-painting lady. Classic misdirection.” Molly snorted. “Last time you did magic you pulled a sock out of a kid’s ear and got chased by an angry dad. We’re not improvising this time. Rope, duct tape, and that comically large sack you stole from Santa’s clearance bin.” “Fine. But I’m wearing the fake mustache. I look trustworthy with facial hair.” “You look like a children’s party predator with that thing. Lose the mustache. We go in clean, we go out rich. And if anyone asks, we’re from the rival balloon company. Corporate espionage, very serious.” Bill grinned. “God I love stealing from children. Feels wrong in all the right ways.” “Focus, you idiot. Cake’s at three. We move at two fifty-eight.”