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Molly spread the blueprint across the table, smoothing the crayon-stained paper. "This is the target," she announced. "The Henderson backyard. Birthday party. Forty-seven presents, minimum." Bill leaned closer, squinting. "Why is there a juice box stain on the security map?" "That's the bounce castle. We avoid it." "I love bounce castles." "Bill. Focus." She tapped the paper. "We go in dressed as clowns. Nobody suspects clowns." "Everybody suspects clowns," Bill muttered. "Clowns are terrifying. That's their whole thing." Molly ignored him. "While I distract the children with balloon animals, you load the presents into the van." "What van?" "The ice cream van." Bill brightened considerably. "We have an ice cream van?" "Borrowed. Don't ask." "And the parents?" "Sugar," Molly said darkly. "We bring an enormous cake. The kids go feral, the adults panic, and in the chaos—" "We grab the loot," Bill finished, grinning. "It's beautiful. It's genius. It's—" He paused. "Wait. Aren't we stealing from children?" Molly stared at him. "Bill, we robbed a bank last month." "That's different. Banks don't cry." "Children cry constantly. It changes nothing." He sighed, pulling on a red nose. "Fine. But I'm keeping the bounce castle." "Absolutely not." "Then I'm keeping the cake." She considered this. "Deal."