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Molly crouched behind the inflatable bouncy castle, adjusting her clown nose. Bill checked his watch, sweat pooling under his fake mustache. "This is a new low," Bill whispered, eyeing the balloon archway guarding the backyard like it were Fort Knox. "Even for us." "We've stolen crown jewels, Bill. Museum pieces. A billionaire's yacht." Molly pulled out the blueprints she'd drawn on a napkin from Denny's. "Presents are just another vault." "A vault guarded by a bouncy castle, a sugar-rushed six-year-old named Timothy, and a magician who may or may not actually know sleight of hand." "The magician is the real threat. I've seen him pull doves from places doves shouldn't fit." Bill studied the layout. The gift table sat dangerously close to the cake, which meant it was in the blast radius of whatever emotional meltdown was scheduled for three o'clock. He'd cased enough birthday parties to know the timeline. "Two minutes," Molly said. "During the piñata. Every child in a five-mile radius will be blinded by greed." "And if we get caught?" Molly grinned, twirling her balloon animal—disguised as a weapon. "Then we're the weird adults at a kid's party. Nobody questions that."