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Molly flicked her silver lockpick, letting it spin between her fingers. "Children's birthday party. Pure, uncomplicated profit." Bill nearly dropped his cheap espresso. "You want to rob a room full of five-year-olds?" "Not the kids. The gifts. An Everest of useless plastic garbage." She slapped a crumpled map onto the table. "Saturday at two. Giant bounce house in the yard, parents zombified by sugar." Bill adjusted his glasses. "There's a balloon artist too." "Worse. Camouflage wearing a party hat." Molly smiled like a shark. "We enter as caterers. I wear the hairnet, you push the hollow trolley." "Into a sugar-crazed war zone?" "Precisely. Hidden compartments for loot." Bill rubbed his temples. "My dignity is dead." "Tuesday you wore an otter suit for an aquarium heist." "High art! They revered me!" Molly crammed gear in her bag. "Dress cheerful. No black." "I'm darkness incarnate." "Then be cheerful darkness." She threw a neon vest at him. "Wear it." He caught it like dead fish. "One sticky kid touches me, I flee." "Then carry the bag alone." "How do we escape?" "Back through the bounce house. Adults too tired to notice." Bill studied her. "This is insane." "Insane works." Molly zipped her jacket. "Noon sharp, Bill?" "Yes?" "Cupcakes are safe. The cake is fiberglass. Don't snack."