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Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the table, smoothing its glittery edges. "The party starts at noon," she said, tapping a sticker. "Bouncy castle here, clown there, and the present table is the soft underbelly." Bill squinted through his binoculars at the suburban house. "There's a six-year-old guarding the gifts. Looks vicious." "That's the birthday girl, Bill." "She's wearing a tiara. Royalty's always trouble." Molly sighed and snatched the binoculars away. "Focus. We go in disguised as entertainers. You're the magician, I'm the face-painter." "I don't know any magic." "Neither do real magicians. You wave, you mumble, you palm a present." Bill chewed his thumbnail nervously. "What about the parents?" "Distracted by juice boxes and existential dread. Trust me, nobody watches the loot once the piñata swings." "And the dog?" "There's a dog?" "Big one. Named Sprinkles, apparently." Molly considered this, then pulled out a sandwich bag of sausages. "Sprinkles gets bribed. Everyone gets bribed at these things." Bill grinned, finally relaxing. "I love an inside job." "It's a children's party, not a bank." "Same adrenaline," he insisted, fluffing his cape. "Now, do these spandex tights make me look like I steal candy?" "Yes," Molly said. "Perfect."