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Molly spread the blueprints across the table, knocking over a juice box. "Why do we have the floor plan for a Chuck E. Cheese?" Bill asked. "Because that's where the party is, genius. Little Timmy turns seven on Saturday." Bill scratched his head. "We're really doing this? Robbing a child?" "Not robbing a child. Liberating presents from a child," Molly corrected. "Big difference, ethically speaking." "Is it though?" She ignored him, tapping the map. "The pinata is here. The gift table is here. We strike during the cake." "What if there's security?" "It's a birthday party, Bill. The toughest guy there will be a clown." Bill shuddered. "I hate clowns." "Then wear a disguise. I'm thinking we go as the entertainment." "Balloon animals?" "Magicians," she said. "Misdirection is our specialty." Bill picked up a glittery party hat from the supply pile and frowned. "And the getaway?" "Minivan. Nobody suspects a minivan." "This is the dumbest plan you've ever had." "Dumber than the aquarium job?" He winced at the memory. "Nothing's dumber than the aquarium job." "Then we're improving." Molly grinned and slid him a hat. "Now put this on, and try to look festive." Bill sighed. "I really hate clowns."