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Molly studied the invitation through her binoculars. "Target confirmed. Tommy Walcott, turning six." "A six-year-old," Bill said. "We're stealing from a six-year-old." "We're stealing from his parents, who clearly overcompensate. Fourteen presents, minimum." "What about the clown?" "That's the problem. Chuckles is ex-security. Those squeaky shoes are silent alarms." "His shoes squeak on purpose. That's the bit." "Exactly. Deception. Genius, honestly. I'd respect him if I wasn't robbing him." "And the bouncy castle?" "Rico's already inside it. Dressed as a bouncy castle." "You bought a bouncy castle costume?" "Expenses. Piñata goes up at three. That's our distraction—twenty screaming children, zero witnesses capable of testifying." "What's our cover?" "We're the entertainment. You're doing balloon animals." Bill paled. "I can't do balloon animals." "You twisted a giraffe in Reno." "That giraffe exploded in a child's face, Molly." "It exploded near a child's face. You got us banned from Reno; don't get us banned from Des Moines." "And if the birthday boy cries?" Molly strapped on her gloves. "Then we trigger Plan B." "Which is?" "We return everything, apologize sincerely, and eat cake until the shame passes." "...I respect that plan." "Bill. Focus. Remember: nobody looks suspicious holding a balloon."