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Molly kicked the van door shut and glared at Bill. "You actually said yes to this?" Bill adjusted his ski mask. "It's not a bank. It's Chuck E. Cheese. Birthday party. Cake everywhere." "Exactly. Tiny humans. Screaming. Clowns." "We're stealing presents, not kidnapping them." Molly lit a cigarette she wasn't going to smoke. "How do we get in?" "Service entrance. I told them I'm the balloon guy." "You can't tie a knot." "Fake it. You drive the getaway golf cart." "That thing has a top speed of eight." Bill spread blueprints on the dashboard. "Presents are in the prize corner. Behind the ticket counter." "There's a ticket counter?" "Look, the kids are distracted by a robot mouse playing drums." Molly exhaled. "What if they see us?" "We wear party hats. Blend in." She stared. "We are not blending in, Bill. You're six-four and smell like onions." "I showered." "With what, regret?" Bill ignored her. "We go in at two. Cake ceremony ends at one fifty-five. Parents are drunk on root beer float." "Drunk parents are dangerous parents." "Then we wear the hats faster." Molly pointed at the blueprints. "That corridor leads to the kitchen. Not presents." Bill squinted. "Kitchen has the good stuff. Ice cream cake." "We are not here for dairy, Bill." "Agreed. But multitasking." She rubbed her temples. "You want to rob a child's birthday and eat cake?" "It's efficient." Molly sighed. "What about the clown?" "He's animatronic. Frozen at noon for maintenance." "So he's a sitting duck?" "He's a sitting clown. We avoid eye contact." Molly pocketed her lighter. "This is the worst idea you've had since the aquarium heist." "The penguin was an accident." "You wore flippers indoors." Bill started the engine. "Are you in?" She pulled a stolen party hat over her hair. "I'm in. But if one kid cries, I'm blaming you." "Noted. Now, about the golf cart..." "It's stolen too?" "Borrowed. From a retirement community." Molly laughed despite herself. "Of course it is." Bill grinned. "Happy heist day, partner." "Don't say that out loud." "Sorry. Happy birthday theft." Molly adjusted her gloves. "Let's steal some joy." "And possibly the ice cream cake." "If you touch the cake, I will leave you for the robot mouse." "Deal." The van lurched forward into the parking lot.<|end_message|>