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Molly had survived jewel heists, bank jobs, and one deeply regrettable llama incident, but nothing prepared her for Bill's latest scheme, unveiled like the Mona Lisa. "It's a children's birthday party, Bill." Bill nodded proudly, unrolling a blueprint drawn entirely in crayon. His reconnaissance was thorough: balloon arch at the entrance, bouncy castle on the lawn, and a gift table guarded only by a laminated sign reading NO TOUCHING, which he considered an insult to professionals everywhere. "The sign said no touching. I'm taking it personally." The plan was elegant. They'd infiltrate through the bouncy castle, blend into the chaos of sugared children, and exit with the loot stuffed inside Happy Birthday gift bags. Molly listed the flaws: the security clown, an escape route blocked by a stroller conga line, the biological reality that children scream. "Kids bite." Bill had prepared for everything. His dossier on child behavior drew from forty minutes of nature documentaries, and his disguise included novelty hats plus enough frosting smeared across his face to pass as a professional cake taster. Molly studied the crayon blueprint, the grinning man. Somewhere, a classy jewel thief was spinning in her grave. "Fine. But I'm driving."