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Molly spread the blueprint of the bouncy castle across the kitchen table and weighted the corners down with cold pizza slices, the grease soaking into the carefully drawn escape routes. Bill stared at it like it might explode and took a nervous step backward. "Okay, so walk me through it again," Bill said. "We are robbing a six-year-old?" "Not robbing, liberating," Molly said. "Timmy has thirty presents and he can't appreciate them all. It's economics." "Timmy is your nephew." "He's my second cousin once removed's kid. That's basically a stranger." Bill tapped the drawing of the backyard, his finger hovering over the side gate marked with a red X. "And your big plan is to dress as clowns?" "Genius, right? No one questions a clown at a children's party. We walk in, we juggle badly, we leave with LEGOs and a Nintendo Switch." "We don't know how to juggle." "Which is why we juggle badly. It's method acting." Bill sighed and rubbed his temples as if trying to erase the idea. "Molly, last time we tried costumes you got stuck in the air vent dressed as Santa." "And did we get the cookies? Yes. This is smaller scale. Easier." "There will be parents. And children. Children are terrifying. They stare into your soul." "Children are easily distracted. That's why we bring glitter. You throw glitter, they chase it like pigeons." Bill frowned, unconvinced, and folded his arms tightly across his chest. "You said you mapped the present table." "I did. It's by the cake. Guarded by the mother. Code name: Momzilla." "Is she dangerous?" "She organized this party with a color-coded spreadsheet. She is the most dangerous woman I've ever met." "Great. So how do we get past her?" "We wait for the singing. Everyone sings happy birthday, everyone closes their eyes for the wish, we grab the bag and go through the side gate." "What about the clown we hired? The real one?" "He canceled. Said we didn't pay his deposit. Rude." Bill leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that barely masked his panic. "What if they ask us to make balloon animals?" "We say our specialty is invisible balloon animals. Very avant-garde. Kids love it." Molly rolled up the blueprint with a confident flick, sending a pepperoni sliding to the floor. "The presents are piled by the fence. We go in at three fifteen when the magician does his trick. Total chaos. Perfect cover." "There is a magician?" "Yeah. Uncle Dave. He does card tricks that don't work." "And if we get caught?" "We say we're performance artists teaching kids about income inequality. They'll applaud." Bill picked up a pizza slice and ate it, blueprint grease and all, chewing slowly while considering his life choices. "I still feel bad stealing from a kid." "We're not stealing from the kid. We're stealing for the kid. He doesn't need three slime factories. We'll donate one to charity. Us. We're the charity." "This is why no one invites us to family functions." "Exactly. So we have to invite ourselves."