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The warehouse smelled like stale beer and ambition, which described Molly and Bill's entire criminal partnership rather well. Spread across a card table were architectural blueprints of the Hendricks' backyard, a birthday party guest list, and a suspicious number of juice boxes. "Explain to me again," Molly said, tracing a finger along the fence line, "why we're robbing seven-year-olds." Bill leaned back, looking wounded. "We're not robbing seven-year-olds. We're robbing their parents. The kids just happen to be standing near the loot." Molly stared at him. "It's basically a technicality," he added. The plan, such as it was, involved Bill dressed as a clown—a costume he insisted made him "invisible" to authority figures—while Molly infiltrated as a caterer's assistant carrying an empty cake box roughly the size of a Honda Civic. Inside, they would smuggle out the presents piled beneath a Paw Patrol banner, presents that, according to their intel, included a diamond bracelet some idiot uncle had wrapped in Spider-Man paper as a joke gift. "There's going to be a bounce house," Bill warned. "I've survived worse." "There's also going to be a magician." Molly finally looked up. "Now that's just cruel." Outside, a car door slammed. Showtime.