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Molly unrolled the blueprint across Bill’s knees, knocking crumbs off the getaway tricycle. “Is that a bouncy castle?” Bill asked. “Perimeter,” Molly said. “We go in as clowns.” “I’m allergic to whimsy.” “You’re allergic to work. Focus. Cake at two, magician at three, presents stacked by the patio.” Bill squinted. “Why does the piñata have a panic room?” “That’s the birthday boy’s nanny. Retired bouncer. Name: Debra.” “Can Debra be bribed?” “With juice boxes and respect. Mostly respect.” Bill held up a suction-cup bow tie. “And if the kids cry?” “Then we juggle faster.” “This feels low,” he said. “Even for us.” Molly folded the map into a paper crown. “Bill, last month we stole a mayor’s toupee during a parade.” “It winked at me.” “It was alive with secrets. Tomorrow, tiny rich people leave forty unboxed drones unattended while Grandma does magic.” Bill sighed, pulling on size-twenty shoes. “Fine. But if a six-year-old out negotiates me, I’m retiring.” Molly honked her nose. “Buddy, one already has. Meet our inside man.” From the toy chest came a small voice: “I want ten percent and a dinosaur.” Bill whispered, “Deal.” “Amateur,” Molly said. “We pay in stickers.”