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“Molly, remind me why we’re robbing a children’s party.” “Because, Bill, the presents are unguarded, the guests are short, and nobody questions a man carrying balloons.” “I’m carrying a crowbar.” “Put a ribbon on it.” “What exactly are we stealing?” “All of it. Dolls, trucks, glitter kits, possibly a telescope.” “A telescope seems difficult to fence.” “Not if we call it ‘pre-owned astronomy.’” “And the children?” “Asleep by eight, sugared into unconsciousness.” “What if they wake up?” “You smile, say you’re the magician, and pull a yo-yo from your sleeve.” “I don’t know magic.” “You know theft. It’s basically magic with paperwork.” “Where’s the entry?” “Back gate. The clown is smoking behind the shed.” “There’s a clown?” “Two, technically. One is hired entertainment. The other is you in that wig.” “I refuse to wear the wig.” “Then wear the pirate hat.” “I look ridiculous.” “You’re breaking into a house for a remote-control dinosaur, Bill. Dignity left us three crimes ago.” “What’s the signal?” “When the birthday girl blows out the candles, we move.” “And if she wishes for us to get caught?” “Then we respect the birthday wish and run.” “Fine. But I’m taking the telescope.” “You can have it.” “And the dinosaur.” “Absolutely not.” “Why?” “Because I saw it first.” “Professionalism, Molly.” “Survival, Bill. Now hush. The cake is arriving.”