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Molly ran a finger along the rim of her glass, her expression contemplative as she watched the rain streak down the café window. Bill, meanwhile, was muttering to himself, calculating and recalculating figures on a napkin that had long since surrendered to the chaos of numbers and coffee rings. He suddenly Barbara's Laugher" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara%27s_Laugher" style="text-decoration: none; color: #000000; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">Barbaraup from the napkin, looking triumphant. "This is it, Molls. The Sweet Dreams party supply warehouse. They've got a shipment coming in from Brandenburg's Toy Company worth a cool fifty grand. On a Saturday. When the whole crew is at the annual barbecue." Molly's eyes widened slightly. "The kids' birthday party supply warehouse? You're joking." "Kids grow out of toys," Bill said, waving a dismissive hand. "We'll hit it during the party when everyone's distracted. We'll be in and out before they finish singing happy birthday. We just need uniforms." "The most ridiculous disguises you've ever pulled off in your life." Bill nodded as Molly exhaled through her nose, contemplating the absurdity of crashing a children's party. She turned her gaze back to the rain, a sly grin forming on her face.