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Molly slapped the blueprint on the table. "Okay, Bill. Birthday party. Saturday. Kid's turning seven, which means presents galore." "I've cased the joint. Big problem—there's a bouncy castle." "A bouncy castle? So?" "It's inflatable, Mol. Unpredictable. One wrong bounce and the whole perimeter's compromised." "Fine. We go through the ball pit." "The ball pit? That's amateur hour. Kids everywhere. Zero visibility." "That's why it's perfect. Who checks the ball pit?" "Fair point. But what about the clown?" "The clown?" "He saw me at the Henderson party last month. Made eye contact. Squeaked his horn twice. I think he's marking me." Bill shuddered. "You're being paranoid." "Balloons, Molly. The yard's rigged with balloons. Step on one and the whole operation blows." "That's the point of balloons, Bill." "Exactly. It's a trap." She stared at him. "Okay, new plan. We wear party hats. Blend in." "Disguises. I like it. I've got a fake mustache." "It's a children's party. Everyone has a fake mustache." Bill nodded grimly. "Then we go in as parents." "Ballsy. I respect it." "One problem: parents have to bring gifts." Molly sighed deeply. "Bill, are we the only criminals in history who've had to buy the loot first?"