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Molly adjusted her beanie and cracked her knuckles. "So?" Bill said. "The Henderson kid's birthday party. Saturday. Three o'clock. I say we hit it like a piñata." "A piñata with security," Molly said. "Balloon animals, Molly. I have allergies." "You're a thief with a moral compass. That's weird." "Shut up. What's the plan?" "Simple. I dress as a clown. Nobody suspects a clown." "Bill, you're five foot eleven and look like you could bench-press a pony." "That's called distraction. While the kids mob me, you waltz in as the magician's assistant." "Who's the magician?" "Also me." "Bill." "Look, I can juggle." "You can't juggle." "Minor detail." He pulled out a crumpled blueprint. "The presents are in the back bedroom. There's a window. There's a guard dog." "A guard dog? At a kid's party?" "Pomeranian. Named Killer." "Absolutely not." "I've got a sausage." Molly paused. "Continue." "Sausage left, we go right. Killer takes the bait, we grab the loot. Boom. Forty gift bags full of plastic nonsense worth four hundred bucks on the black market." "That's a terrible idea." "Got a better one?" "...Get me a bigger sausage."