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Molly spread the blueprint across the table, smoothing out the crayon-stained corners. "Okay, so the target is the Henderson residence. Birthday party starts at two. We go in at two-thirty, peak chaos." Bill leaned over, squinting. "Is this drawn on the back of a coloring book?" "It's all I had. Focus, Bill." "There's a unicorn on the kitchen." "That's load-bearing intel," Molly snapped. "The presents will be stacked here, by the gift table, near the snacks." Bill scratched his chin. "And how do we get past the parents?" "Simple. We blend in. We become party guests." "We're grown adults, Molly. The oldest kid there will be, what, eight?" "That's why you're going as a clown." Bill recoiled. "Absolutely not." "You'd make a fantastic clown." "I have a documented fear of balloons." "You have a fear of balloons but not of breaking and entering?" "Balloons are unpredictable!" Bill said, jabbing a finger at her. "A safe just sits there. A balloon could pop at any moment. It's psychological warfare." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine. You're the magician. You do the misdirection, I grab the loot." "Magician I can do. I've got the cape and everything." "You own a cape?" "For occasions," Bill said vaguely. "What's the haul looking like?" Molly's eyes gleamed. "Word is the birthday boy is turning seven, and his parents are loaded. We're talking premium toys. Limited edition action figures. Possibly a gaming console." "A console?" Bill whistled. "Now we're talking real money." "That's why I need you sharp. The moment those kids start the piñata, that's our window. Everyone's distracted, swinging blindfolded. We sweep the gift table and exit through the back gate." Bill nodded slowly. "And if a kid catches us?" "You do a magic trick. Pull a coin from their ear. Buy us thirty seconds." "I can't pull a coin from anyone's ear, Molly. I never learned the trick. I just bought the cape." Molly stared at him. "You bought the cape but not the skills?" "The cape was on sale!" "You are the worst criminal partner I have ever had." "You said that about the bank job too, and we got away clean." "We got away because the guard fell asleep, not because of your so-called plan." Bill folded his arms. "A win's a win. So what's our getaway vehicle?" Molly hesitated. "The ice cream truck." "You're joking." "Nobody suspects an ice cream truck. We blast the music, kids come running, we drive off slow and majestic." "Slow being the operative word. Those things top out at twelve miles an hour." "We won't need speed. We'll need cover, and there's no better cover than a man in a cape handing out free fudge pops." Bill considered this, then grinned. "Okay. I'm in. But I want it on record that I objected to the clown thing." "Noted. Now grab your cape, Bill." "What about masks?" Molly slid a paper plate across the table with two eyeholes cut into it. Bill sighed. "We're going to prison, aren't we?" "Probably. But we'll go in style."