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Bill squinted at the flyer. "A six-year-old's birthday party at three. You cannot be serious." "Think about it, Bill. Loot sitting in gift bags, unwrapped. Parents distracted by screaming kids throwing cake. It's basically a bank vault with a bouncy castle." "So we're... party crashers?" "We're professionals, Bill. You bring the disguises. I bring the sack." "What kind of disguises are we talking about?" "Clown wigs. Face paint. Maybe a minion costume if you can squeeze into it." "Molly, Bill doesn't fit a minion costume. His shoulders are absurdly wide." "Then you're the birthday mascot. Do the Macarena. Nobody questions the mascot." "What about the actual children running around?" "We bribe them with cake and juice. Then we grab presents while they're in sugar comas on the floor." "Brilliant. What if a parent recognizes us from a previous job?" "We tell them we're hired children's entertainers. Who honestly questions a guy in a tutu holding a piñata?" "What's our exit strategy if things go sideways?" "Through the bouncy castle. It launches us into the neighbor's yard at forty miles an hour." "You're completely insane, Molly." "That's why you love working with me. Now help me practice balloon animals before we go."