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"Okay, so the target is a six-year-old's birthday party," Molly said. "Right. High security, huh?" Bill replied. "Extreme. There's a clown, a bouncy castle, and at least four moms with juice boxes." "Juice boxes? We didn't train for juice boxes." "We trained for lasers, Bill. This is worse. Capri-Sun moms have eyes everywhere." "What's the loot?" "Presents. Mountain of them. Legos, bikes, probably a Nintendo Switch with sticky fingerprints." "So we go in disguised as... entertainers?" "Exactly. You are Mr. Wiggles the Magician." "I hate kids." "Perfect, they hate you back. You'll fit right in." "And you?" "I'll be the face painter. I'll cause a distraction. You grab the pile." "What if they want balloon animals?" "Make them. Badly. Cause panic." "Genius. What about the birthday boy?" "Bribe him with cake." "What if he cries?" "Then we cry louder. No one suspects crying adults." Molly grinned, adjusting her glittery smock. "Remember, in and out, sixty seconds, nobody gets frosted." "Got it. And if we get caught?" Bill swallowed hard, staring at the rainbow invitation. "We tell them we're his uncles. Creepy, disappointed uncles." "Perfect plan." Molly winked. "Let's steal some joy." Bill sighed, "For the kids? No, for Legos. Absolutely. Let's go."