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"So we're really doing this?" Molly whispered. "Absolutely," Bill said. "Forty kids, forty presents. We'll be rich." "They're seven-year-olds, Bill. The presents are coloring books." "And cash. Grandparents always slip in cash." "How do we get past security?" "Security? It's a birthday party at a bounce house." "There's a clown." "The clown is not security, Molly." "He looked at me funny." "Everyone looks at you funny." "So what's the plan?" "We dress as parents. We blend in. We grab the gift table, we walk out." "I don't have kids." "Neither does half the room. Just complain about nap schedules and gluten." "What if they ask which kid is mine?" "Point at the loudest one and sigh." "And the cake?" "What about the cake?" "Are we taking the cake?" "We're not taking the cake, Molly." "It's a lot of cake." "Focus! Gifts only. In and out, ninety seconds." "What about the piñata?" "What about it?" "It's full of candy. That's basically free money." "Fine. Gifts and the piñata." "And the cake." "And the—no! Not the cake!" "You're no fun." "We're committing a crime, Molly. It's not supposed to be fun." "Then why am I wearing a party hat?" "...Camouflage."