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Molly spread the blueprints across the table, knocking over a juice box. "Okay," she said, jabbing a finger at the diagram. "The party starts at two. We hit it during the piñata." Bill squinted. "Why the piñata?" "Because everyone's distracted, Bill. Blindfolds, swinging sticks, total chaos. Nobody's watching the gift table." "I don't know, Molly. These are kids' presents. Coloring books. Maybe a yo-yo." "It's a rich kid's party," she snapped. "Think tablets. Think gold-plated building blocks. Think bicycles, Bill." He scratched his chin. "What about the clown?" "What about him?" "Clowns are unpredictable. One time a clown chased me six blocks over a balloon animal." Molly stared at him. "That's your trauma talking. Focus. You distract the parents, I grab the loot, we're gone before the cake." "And if someone sees us?" "We're wearing party hats. We blend in." Bill brightened. "I do look fantastic in a party hat." "That's the spirit." She rolled up the blueprints. "Any questions?" "Just one." He leaned forward seriously. "Can I have a slice of cake before we leave?" Molly closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. "Fine. One slice." "And a goodie bag?" "Don't push it, Bill." He grinned, clutching his tiny party hat like a crown.