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“I’m still not getting the core concept here, Bill,” Molly said, adjusting her ski mask so it sat at a jauntier angle. “We’re professionals. We’ve knocked over armored trucks. We’ve done the whole ‘laser-dodging through a vault’ thing. And now you want us to case a birthday party for a seven-year-old?” “Her name is Chloe,” Bill said, holding up a glitter-encrusted invitation. “And her parents are obscenely rich. The presents aren’t going to be toy trains, Mol. We’re talking a genuine Fabergé egg hidden in a Peppa Pig box. I have a source.” “Your source is a pigeon you named Derek.” “Derek the pigeon has never steered me wrong,” Bill said, tapping the invitation. “He saw them unboxing it. The party is at ‘The Enchanted Castle,’ a bounce-house labyrinth with a moat of ball pit balls. The presents get stacked under a fake weeping willow tree near the cupcake table.” Molly squinted through the fence at the inflatable castle. A small child was currently sliding down a rainbow-colored tunnel, screaming with pure, unadulterated joy. “I hate kids. They’re sticky and they cry if you steal their stuff.” “That’s why we have a distraction,” Bill said, pulling a rubber chicken from his duffel bag. “I call it ‘Operation: Flappy Distress.’ We toss this into the ball pit. Chaos ensues. While the parents are arguing about whose kid touched whose chicken, we waltz in, swap the presents with decoy bricks, and waltz out.” “That is the worst plan I have ever heard,” Molly said. “It has a forty-percent chance of ending with us covered in cake and whining about our feelings. We are thieves. We should be invisible. Silent. Like a fart in a hurricane.” “That metaphor doesn’t work on any level.” “It works on my level,” Molly snapped. “Can we just pick the lock on the back gate? Grab the loot? And leave before Barney shows up?” “It’s a unicorn-themed party, not a dinosaur one,” Bill corrected. “And the back gate has a motion-activated sprinkler system designed to look like a rainbow water slide. The moment you touch it, everything gets wet and a clown horn honks. Very high-tech.” Molly looked at Bill. Bill looked at Molly. A balloon artist nearby twisted a poodle into a shape that looked strangely like a handgun. “Fine,” Molly said. “We go with the chicken. But if I end up in a ball pit, I’m making you be the lookout for the next job.” “Deal,” Bill said. “Now, we need to synchronize our watches. On the count of three, we initiate the Flappy Distress maneuver.” “We don’t have watches, Bill. You stole a sundial from a garden center last week.” Bill sighed, pulling a pocket sundial from his pocket. “Alright, we wait until the shadow of that inflatable slide hits the base of the bouncy castle. That’s our go-time.” Molly stared at the horizon, watching a cloud pass over the sun. “This is going to be a disaster.” “A beautiful, profitable disaster,” Bill said, grinning. “Now get ready. The god of chaos is calling.” A small voice from behind them said, “Are you guys here for the magic show?” They turned. A child in a unicorn hat was staring at them, clutching a lollipop. “Yes,” Bill said smoothly. “We’re the magicians. We’re going to make all the presents disappear.” The child sucked on the lollipop. “Cool. My mom says magicians are just liars with glitter.” Molly looked at Bill. “Kid’s got a point.”