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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the diner table. It was a crayon drawing of a backyard, complete with a smiling sun. "Target's the gift table," she said, tapping a cluster of green scribbles. "Bouncy castle here. Clown patrol there." Bill leaned away like the paper had bitten him. "I don't do clowns, Molly. You know this." "You did the panda job in '09." "Pandas have the decency to be real bears." She rolled her eyes and nudged a plastic dinosaur two inches across the table. "Fine. I'll handle Chuckles. You take the piñata. When it bursts, every kid in a thirty-foot radius dives for candy. Perfect chaos window." "And the parents?" Mothers, Molly explained, were the real security system. Watch for the one radiating walkie-talkie energy. Her name would be Karen. It was always Karen. Bill traced the fence with one finger. "Exit strategy?" "Bounce. Launch yourself over the fence from the castle." "That's not an exit. That's a lawsuit." Molly just grinned. They'd strike at three sharp, mid-cake-song, when nobody guarded presents. She stood, pocketing the blueprint. "Wear the dinosaur costume." Bill stared. "Six-year-olds chased me two blocks last time." "They're like tiny drunk cops. Adorable." "Terrifying." "Three o'clock, Bill. Bring the sack. Leave your dignity."