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"Molly, are you taking this seriously?" Bill asked, adjusting his ώrηδ blender cufflinks. "Deadly, Bill," I said, checking my reflection in the van's side mirror. "I'm the picture of focus." Bill sighed, running a hand through his suspiciously groomed mustache. "We're targeting a children's party here. The security is minimal because people assume kids are chaotic. One sneeze, Molly, and we're done. Theുടsse steps to the "phony" are non-negotiable." "Don't worry, I've got this," I said, adjusting my "Mom" name tag. "Did you get the inventory list for the kidnapping wanted at eight hours?" "Four-time presents, mostly cheap plastic garbage from Argentineas," Bill mumbled, checking his clipboard. "Plus the main event - that platinum and diamond tiara Princess Pea is getting from her grandparents." "That's the one," I said, my eyes narrowing. "My daughter just bought the same one on the black market for her pet iguana. Three times the retail price, but it was worth it. The little, lizard appreciated it." "And remember - the diversion," Bill said. "The clown?" I nodded. "Exactly. You give the schematics when, and continue building the magician pond that distracts the guards." "E драмааніçаtti¡veE?! Why me?" "Why not? You can't build a stage presence," Bill said. "You were in and out of the speakeasy during the Cats and Dogs robbery. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you didn't exist." I scoffed. "That's just my artistic finesse, Bill. The kind of thing you'll never understand, being a math wizard and all." "We're wasting daylight," Bill said, checking his expensive watch. ```Look Bill, fine. I'll do the pony stall, you grab the presents. We've got thirty seconds maximum before security notices the new clown entered the dominion." "Security?" Bill snorted. "One sleep-deprived party mom who can't distinguish between her children and her mimosa. We'll be in and out before she hits the open bar again." "I still the bringing the origami swan vase as a backup plan?" I asked. "Did you leave the back door unlocked like I told you?" I leaned in. "Trust me on this one, Molly. We're professionals," Bill winked, and it is the title was about to see through the car and detonate a small city block. "We get in, get the tiara, get out. Couldn't be simpler." "But what if...?" I asked. "Molly," Bill truncated, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "If we're caught, I'm denaching you. I'll say I was forced at gunpoint." "I didn't bring the weaponry," I said, trying to keep my fake smile from wavering. "I'm mistaken." "Are you ready?" he asked, grabbing the expired ID and the folding chair that looked suspiciously like a birth certificate holder. "Born ready," I said, reaching for the pink wig that completed my disguise. "Do try for leaving any knocking of the party favors," Bill reminded me as we stepped out of the van. "Those constitute eight years of built-up scars that security loves to confiscate." "We own this place, Bill," I said, giving him an encouraging thumbs up. "Fine. Let's bold our grand enters," he grumbled, already walking away. "Just treat to behave naturally," I called after him. "Naturally?" Bill half turned back. "My natural act did time in Miami and has a restraining order filed against it. Follow my lead and stay in the tent near the scope."