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Molly spread the blueprint across the van dashboard, revealing a bouncy castle, a clown, and a mountain of brightly wrapped boxes. "Bill, this is the score. Twenty kids, zero security, all presents piled by the cake," Molly whispered. Bill stared at the crayon drawing taped beside it. "You stole a kid's treasure map? This is low, even for us," he said. "It's not low, it's logistics. The parents will be distracted by pin the tail," she replied. He sighed, adjusting his ski mask. "So we crash a six-year-old's birthday for LEGO and gift cards?" he asked. "Fifteen gift cards, plus a Nintendo Switch. Timmy's mom overshares on Facebook," she grinned. Molly folded the blueprint decisively. The house smelled faintly of frosting and desperation down the street. "Fine, but if I get stuck in the ball pit, you leave me," Bill muttered. "Deal. You distract the clown, I grab the loot," Molly said. The wind rattled the van doors as children's laughter echoed from the cul-de-sac. Bill pulled his mask down, leaving his nervous mustache exposed. Molly checked her watch, counting down until cake time. "Remember, we split sixty-forty," she added. "Sixty-forty? I'm risking clown trauma here!" "Worth it." "Trust me."