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Molly adjusted her ski mask and stared at the invitation. "Bill, we're robbing a birthday party." "Five-year-old's party, to be precise," Bill said, polishing his crowbar. "What kind of loot we talking about here?" "Presents. All of them. The kid's getting a pony." Bill whistled low. "A pony, huh? That's some serious birthday bling." "Don't get distracted by the animal, focus on the swag," Molly snapped her clipboard. "There's twelve kids invited. Twelve potential witnesses." "And one very angry parent," Bill added. "Exactly. So we hit during the piñata chaos. You create a distraction, I grab the gift table." "Distraction how? I'm not exactly subtle with the crowbar routine." "Wear the clown costume. You're already creepy enough." Bill grinned. "Hey, I do birthday parties on weekends anyway. Natural cover." "Perfect. But no actual violence. We want this clean." "Clean robbery of children's gifts," Bill repeated. "Because that's a thing." "Don't be ridiculous," Molly said. "We're not monsters. We'll leave the cake."