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Molly spread the blueprint across the table, smoothing out a crease that suspiciously resembled a ketchup stain. "The bouncy castle is our weak point," she said, tapping the paper. "Security's gonna be tight." Bill leaned in, squinting. "Security? It's a six-year-old's birthday party, Molly." "Don't underestimate them. My nephew once bit a clown so hard the guy needed stitches." "And what exactly are we stealing again?" Molly grinned. "Presents. All of them. Wrapped, ribboned, and ours." "You want to rob children." Bill rubbed his temples. "We've hit banks, casinos, an art museum—and now we're swiping toys from toddlers?" "Think bigger. You know what kids get these days? Tablets. Gaming consoles. Designer sneakers in tiny sizes." Bill paused, intrigued despite himself. "How tiny are we talking?" "Resale value's still solid," she insisted. "Now, you'll dress as the magician." "Absolutely not." "You'll wear the top hat, you'll pull a rabbit, you'll distract the parents." Bill crossed his arms. "And where will you be?" "Sneaking out the back with a garbage bag full of loot, obviously." He sighed, defeated. "This is a new low, even for us." Molly slapped his shoulder cheerfully. "Bill, every great career needs a piñata."