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Bill squinted through the binoculars. “Molly, we are not robbing a birthday party for a five-year-old.” “The ‘Cake Face Caper’? We absolutely are. Look at the score.” “I’m looking at a bouncy castle shaped like a unicorn.” “A distraction, Bill. The bounce is a distraction. The real obstacle is the magician. He’s got a dove. That thing is a counter-surveillance nightmare.” “You’re afraid of a pigeon?” “It’s a white dove. It screams ‘cop’.” “The party is for your nephew, Martha.” “Molly. And the kid is a vicious toddler. You saw what she did to a pinata.” “I saw a five-year-old fall over.” “The present pile is untended, Bill. Look at that pile. A karaoke machine. A Power Rangers Megazord. A six-foot stuffed giraffe. That giraffe alone is worth four hundred on the black market.” “Who is our fence for a used giraffe?” “A guy named Gary. Ex-accountant. He fences unopened children’s gifts. It’s a niche. Ten thousand, minimum.” “This is the dumbest thing we’ve ever done.” “Which is why it’s brilliant. No security. A clown as a lookout.” “The clown is making balloon animals.” “Exactly. He’s inattentive. We go in when the magician pulls the rabbit out of the hat. That’s our window.” “We’re stealing a child’s joy.” “We’re stealing a child’s plastic, mass-produced joy. There’s a difference.” “Hell’s bells…” “That’s the spirit. Now, grab my bag of decoy balloons.”