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Molly spread the blueprint across the table, tapping a finger on the bouncy castle. "The presents pile up here, right next to the piñata," she said. "We grab everything during cake time." Bill frowned, scratching his chin. "Cake time? You want us to rob a seven-year-old?" "Not just one. There'll be twenty kids. That's twenty presents, minimum." "And what's our exit strategy?" Molly grinned. "We dress as clowns. Nobody questions clowns." "I hate clowns," Bill muttered. "They're terrifying." "Exactly. The parents won't look too closely, and the kids will be too scared to chase us." Bill leaned back, arms crossed. "What about security?" "Security?" Molly laughed. "It's a birthday party, not Fort Knox. The biggest threat is a golden retriever named Biscuit." "Biscuit could be dangerous." "Biscuit is fourteen and blind in one eye." Bill considered this, then nodded slowly. "Fine. But I'm not doing balloon animals. I refuse." "You'll do whatever sells the disguise." "I draw the line at balloon animals, Molly." She slid a red foam nose across the table toward him. "You'll make a lovely poodle." Bill stared at the nose like it had personally insulted him. "This," he sighed, picking it up, "is the lowest point of my criminal career."