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"So what's the plan for getting in?" Bill asked, peering through binoculars at the bouncing castle. "Simple," Molly said. "We go in as entertainers. I'm the clown, you're the balloon artist." "Last time I made balloon animals, three children cried." "Even better. They'll avoid you. Perfect cover for sneaking toward the gift table." "What about the parents?" "I've got that covered. Laxatives in the punch bowl. Every adult will be occupied elsewhere within the hour." "That's evil, Molly. I love it. But what about the piñata? You know how I feel about piñatas." "Bill, focus. We're not here for candy. We're after the big haul. I saw them unloading a trampoline, three gaming consoles, and what looked like a pony." "They got a pony?" "Rent-a-pony. But still, the kid's getting presents worth more than our last three jobs combined." "This feels wrong, Molly. Stealing from children." "They won't miss what they never opened. Plus, little Connor's dad is a diamond importer. You think those wrapped boxes are all socks?" "Fine. But if one kid asks me for a balloon dog, I'm bailing."