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Molly spread the blueprint across the table, her finger tracing a path through the backyard. "So the presents are on the table by the bounce house," she said. "Fifteen minutes, we're in and out." Bill snorted, still chewing his sandwich. "You want us to rob a six-year-old's birthday party." "Not rob. Liberate. There's a difference." "There is not a difference, Molly." "There is if you say it with confidence." She jabbed the map. "Look, forty kids means forty distracted parents. Nobody's watching a present table when there's a clown doing balloon animals." "A clown," Bill repeated, unimpressed. "You want us to dress as clowns." "I want us to blend in." "I am not wearing a rainbow wig for a heist." "Fine, be the magician. Less humiliating." Bill sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "And if some kid remembers our faces?" "They're six, Bill. Their memory span is shorter than the guest list." "You're insane." "I'm *ambitious*." She rolled up the blueprint and tucked it under her arm, smirking. "Besides, have you seen what rich people buy their kids these days? Drones. Tablets. A literal *hoverboard*. That's not a birthday, that's a payday." Bill groaned, grabbing his jacket. "Fine. But I'm not doing balloon animals." "Deal."