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The dim light of the basement apartment flickered over a blueprint that looked suspiciously like a coloring book page. Molly tapped a manicured fingernail against a drawing of a bouncy castle. We strike at two o’clock, Molly said, her eyes narrowing. The bouncy castle is the primary extraction point, Bill added, adjusting his spectacles. Is that why you are wearing a velvet jumpsuit, Molly asked. It is tactical camouflage for a high-stakes birthday gala, Bill insisted. It is neon pink, Molly countered. It says I am here to party, but also to pillage, Bill explained. Molly sighed and pointed to the perimeter of the drawing. The clown is the main obstacle. The clown is a loose cannon, Bill agreed. Does he have a weapon, Molly asked. Only squeaky hammers and a terrifying sense of whimsy, Bill replied. We need to neutralize him, Molly whispered. I have prepared a distraction involving a balloon animal mishap, Bill said. That is amateur hour, Bill, Molly snapped. We need a diversion that screams sophistication, Bill argued. Do you mean a smoke bomb, Molly asked. I mean a choreographed interpretive dance, Bill suggested. Stick to the plan, Molly commanded. The plan is simple: we enter through the gift chute, Bill outlined. The gift chute is three inches wide, Molly pointed out. We are very limber, Bill insisted. I am a thief, not a contortionist, Molly muttered. You are a professional, Bill reminded her. Professional thieves do not wear glitter, Molly observed. The glitter provides a trail for the getaway vehicle, Bill argued. It provides a trail for the police, Molly corrected. Fine, no glitter, Bill conceded. What about the cake, Molly asked. We leave the cake, Bill stated firmly. Why? Molly questioned. Because we are thieves, not gluttons, Bill replied. It is a massive chocolate sponge, Molly noted. Focus, Bill warned. I am focusing, Molly said. The target is the pile of presents under the pine tree, Bill said. Specifically the Lego sets and the high-end electronics, Molly added. And the stuffed animals? Bill asked. The fluff is a secondary objective, Molly confirmed. Do we have the getaway car ready, Bill asked. The ice cream truck is idling in the alley, Molly answered. That is incredibly conspicuous, Bill noted. It is the perfect cover for a group of suspicious adults, Molly argued. Just remember, no eye contact with the birthday boy, Bill warned. Why him? Molly asked. He has the eyes of a witness, Bill whispered. He is six, Molly said. He is a liability, Bill insisted. Check your gear, Molly commanded. Lockpick, mask, and extra napkins, Bill recited. We go in hot, Molly declared. We go in festive, Bill corrected.