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Okay, walk me through it again, Bill said, adjusting his ski mask. Were hitting the Johnson twins eighth birthday. Seventh, Molly corrected, studying a blueprint of a backyard. Birthday parties are a goldmine. Unsupervised presents, distracted parents, sugar-crash timing. Goldmine of Legos and My Little Ponies. Which we resell for actual gold. The targets the gift table. Its always by the grill, away from the bounce house. How do we get in? We dont look like seven-year-olds. We dont need to. Were the Wacky Wilsons Balloon Animal Extravaganza. I have the van, the uniform, and a forged permit. A balloon animal van? Bill asked. Those things are a liability. A poodle pops, the whole gig is blown. Which is why our distraction is better. While Im making a giraffe, you crawl under the tablecloth. Under a tablecloth? In a crowd of kids? Thats not a heist, thats a game of hide-and-seek Im going to lose. Fine. Youll be the magicians assistant. I saw a set online. You go into a box, I saw you in half, you sneak out the back panel. Saw me in half? Thats a two-hour recovery time. The party is ninety minutes. Exactly. Youre out of the box by minute fifteen, you have seventy-five minutes to empty the table. And the kid who is getting sawed in half? Fake blood and a tantrum. Parents will be busy. Its perfect. Bill sighed. I miss when we robbed banks. Banks have alarms. The biggest threat here is a sugar-fueled stampede at the mention of cake.