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“Alright, Bill, run it by me one more time. We’re hitting the ‘Pirate and Princess Pajama Jam.’” “Correct. The target is the gift table. Specifically, the ‘Cuddle-Me-Comet’ plush. It’s limited edition. Worth a fortune on the dark web.” “A fortune? From a kids’ party? Whose party is this, the mayor’s?” “Worse. It’s for Mr. Henderson’s kid. You know, the guy who owns the comic book store? He got a shipping crate of these things. The Hendersons are loaded. Their pool has a lazy river that’s just a giant Slip ‘N Slide.” “Right, right. So the plan. We’re the magician and the balloon animal lady. We have to look the part. I’m not jiggling in a sequined top, Bill. I have standards.” “Your standards are costing us the Cuddle-Me-Comet. I’ll be the magician. You do the animals. You can only make poodles. It’s fine.” “It is not fine. The kid wants a dragon. I give him a poodle. He cries. We get kicked out. Where’s the score?” “After the face painting, the parents get tipsy on the spiked punch. That’s our window. I’ll cause a distraction. I will ‘accidentally’ drop a bowling ball on the cake.” “You’re bringing a bowling ball to a kids’ party? In your magician costume?” “It’s my trick bowling ball. It squeaks. It’s adorable. Chaos will ensue. You grab the Comet and swap it with this ‘Glowy the Glowworm’ I got at a garage sale.” “Glowy the Glowworm? It looks like a used sock with googly eyes. That’s your decoy?” “It’s a vintage. The kids love the irony. Trust me. No one will notice the switch until the wrapping paper comes off.” “And what do we do when a dozen sugar-crazed pirates start asking for my poodles?” “We’ll be long gone. We just have to survive the limbo contest. I saw their party planner. She’s got a whistle and she’s not afraid to use it. Ready?” “I was born ready. I just wasn’t born in a sequined top.”