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"We're really robbing a birthday party?" Bill whispered, crouched behind a shrub shaped like a giraffe. "Not robbing," Molly said. "Redistributing." "There's a bouncy castle." "Bill. Focus. The clown leaves at four, the magician at four-thirty, and the presents are unattended during cake." "What about the kids?" "Seven years old, hopped up on frosting. They're basically security guards with no object permanence." "And the piñata?" "Decoy. Full of raisins. Nobody wants that." Bill squinted at the window. "That's a lot of wrapped boxes." "That's a lot of unwrapped profit. Toys appreciate, Bill. Limited editions. A mint-condition Robo-Saurus goes for two hundred easy." "What's the code word if parents show up?" "Balloons." "That's not a code word, that's just a word." "It's a party, Bill. Everything's balloons. We'll blend in. I brought a hat." Molly produced a cone-shaped hat with an elastic string. "You're wearing that?" "We're guests now. Guests can't steal. It's etiquette." "What if a kid catches us?" "We tell them we're the present fairies." "Is that a thing?" "It is tonight. Now stop sweating, you look guilty." "I am guilty." "Not until four-fifteen, you're not."