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Molly spread the blueprint across the table, tracing a finger along the hallway that led to the gift table. "So we go in through the bounce castle," Bill said, crossing his arms. "Through the bounce castle? Bill, we are not bouncing into a seven-year-old's birthday party." "It's the only blind spot! The magician's doing his act in the living room, the parents are all drinking mimosas by the cake, and nobody watches a bounce castle." Molly rubbed her temples. "Fine. But you're wearing the clown costume." "Absolutely not. Last time I wore a costume I sneezed the nose off and a kid cried for twenty minutes." "You'll wear it, or you'll explain to Vinnie why we came home empty-handed again." Bill groaned, snatching the rubber nose off the table. "This is beneath us. We used to rob banks." "Banks don't have unlimited LEGO sets and a PlayStation still in the box," Molly said, grinning. "Focus. We hit the gift table at exactly three-fifteen, when they cut the cake. In, bags loaded, out through the garage." "And if some kid notices?" "Then you do your clown thing and distract them." Bill sighed, pulling on the nose. "I hate this job."