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"So here's the plan," Molly whispered, staring at the bounce house through binoculars. "We go in as clowns." "Absolutely not." "Bill, nobody questions clowns at a kids party." "Nobody questions clowns because everyone's terrified of them. That's the opposite of blending in." "Fine. Pony operators." "There's already a pony operator. You want to start a turf war at a six-year-old's birthday?" Molly lowered the binoculars. "Since when do you care about operational realism? You once tried to rob a bank dressed as a pizza delivery guy." "That worked." "They called the actual pizza place, Bill. We got intercepted by a delivery driver named Tony who thought you were stealing his route." "That's ancient history. What's Plan C?" "We dress as parents." "Which parents?" "The kind that hover. The kind that ask about gluten-free cake. The kind that nobody remembers because they were too busy talking about nut allergies." Bill scratched his chin. "That's actually brilliant." "Obviously." "And once we're inside?" "Grab the gift table, walk out, load the van, drive. Thirty seconds, in and out." "What about the piñata?" "What about it?" "That thing's got to be full of candy, Molly. That's secondary income." "We are not stealing a piñata." "We're stealing from children, but the piñata is where you draw the line?" "Grab the piñata."