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Molly spread the crayon drawing across the dashboard. "This is the blueprint. Tommy's mom drew it for the invitation." Bill squinted. "That's a bouncy castle." "It's a tactical entry point." "It's got a slide." "That's how we escape." Molly tapped the page. "Saturday. Two o'clock. Twenty kids, thirty presents, one piñata full of premium chocolate." "How do you know the chocolate's premium?" "I have sources." Bill rubbed his chin. "What's our cover? We can't exactly walk into a seven-year-old's birthday." Molly pulled two rainbow wigs from the glove compartment. "We're clowns." "I'm not wearing the wig." "You're wearing the wig, Bill." "Why do I get the pink one?" "Because last time you wore red, a dog attacked you." Bill sighed and took the wig. "Fine. But what's the plan once we're in?" "Simple. You do balloon animals to distract the parents. I load the presents into the magic trunk." "The magic trunk is a trash can." "It's a magician's trash can. There's a difference." Bill stared at her. "Molly, we're stealing from children." "We're relocating unwrapped inventory. The kids won't even notice. They'll be hyped up on cake." "What if Tommy cries?" Molly paused. "We leave him the piñata. We're not monsters." "Very generous." "Get in costume, Bill. We steal at two." "Can I at least keep one balloon animal?" "One."