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"Right, the target," Bill said. "Ninth birthday. Ballpit. Forty-two RSVPs." "Forty-two presents." "Forty-one. Cousin Gavin brings a card." "What's our way in?" "Bouncy castle. Round the back, blind spot from the kitchen window, and nobody looks at a bouncy castle." "You're going to bounce into a heist." "I'm going to *traverse* a bouncy castle, Molly, with dignity." "And the parents?" "Sedated by small talk. There's a woman called Deirdre who corners people about her extension. Twelve minutes minimum. We move during Deirdre." "What about the birthday boy?" "Callum. Weak point. He's got a wooden sword and a grudge against everyone taller than four foot." "So we go in low." "We go in *crouched*. Like professionals." "And the presents come out how?" "Wheelie bin. I've lined it with a tablecloth so nothing rattles." "Bill, there's a magician." "...Say that again." "There's a magician. Two till three. Mr Marvello." "Marvello's straight, he wouldn't touch this." "Marvello owes me eighty quid and a rabbit." "Then Marvello does thirty minutes of misdirection while we clean out the conservatory." "And the cake?" "What about the cake?" "I want the cake, Bill." "It's shaped like a digger." "I want the digger cake." "Fine. We take the digger cake."