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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the diner table, weighting the corners with sugar packets and a half-eaten pancake. "Bill, look at this security system." Bill leaned in, squinting. "A bounce house?" "A bounce house, Bill. Ten feet of screaming children and a teenager named Kyle getting paid twenty bucks to watch the gift table." "So we're stealing from kids now?" "We're stealing from parents who overspend to compensate for missing soccer practice. It's practically charity." Bill stirred his coffee thoughtfully. "What's the target?" "Twelve presents, minimum. Little Timmy Mulligan's seventh birthday. Theme is dinosaurs." "Any professionals we should worry about?" "There's a clown, but I checked his references. He went to clown college for one semester and dropped out." "That's the most dangerous kind, Molly. Flunkies are unpredictable." "Relax. I have a plan. You distract Kyle with questions about his mixtape career. I grab the presents and wheel them out in a red wagon like a parent." "Where'd you get a wagon?" "Molly's Wagons. I have a side business." "You can't reference yourself in third person, that's insane." "It's branding, Bill. Now memorize the exit route. We hit the party at two o'clock." " cake o'clock, you mean." "Never say that again."