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Molly adjusted the binoculars and frowned at the bouncy castle swaying in the backyard of the Henderson residence. Somewhere beyond that inflated monstrosity sat forty wrapped presents, each one labeled in cheerful cursive, each one a small fortune in plastic toys destined for eBay. "The mascot costume is the problem," she said, lowering the binoculars. Bill, sprawled in the passenger seat eating a gas station hot dog, shrugged. "The costume is the plan." "Wearing a giant dancing panda into a yard full of children is not infiltration, Bill. It's a hostage situation waiting to happen." "Kids love pandas." He took another bite. "Also, the costume is already paid for. Non-refundable." She stared at him. Twenty years of heists, and this was the low point. Diamonds in Monaco, sure. The Vatican, twice. But a six-year-old's birthday party? "The cameras," she said finally, "will catch everything." "Then we smile. Pandas are always smiling. It's built into the design." Molly exhaled slowly and pulled the panda head out of the duffel bag. It stared back at her with dead, cheerful eyes. "If a child cries, we abort." "Agreed," Bill said. "Two tears maximum." "That's not what I said." "It's what I heard."