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Molly stared at Bill’s crayon drawing of the party venue. "Bill, this is a bouncy castle, not Fort Knox." Bill twirled a party whistle. "Exactly. Low security. The presents are just sitting on a table. We waltz in, cause a distraction, and waltz out richer." "Richer? The biggest gift is probably a dinosaur that roars. That’s our getaway soundtrack." "Which is why we go as clowns." "You’re already a clown. We don’t need costumes." "Ha ha. I’m serious. We bring a magic show. I do the disappearing coin trick, you stuff the loot into a balloon animal." "How do I stuff a LEGO set into a balloon poodle? Do I chew it first?" "Fine, not LEGOs. Gift cards. They’re flat. You can inflate them inside a giraffe." "Bill, that’s not a plan. That’s a craft project." "Okay, okay. We use the cake." "The cake?" "You hide inside the giant birthday cake. I wheel you in as the dessert delivery guy. When they sing 'Happy Birthday,' you burst out, scream 'Health inspection,' grab the presents, and we run." Molly blinked. "You want me to jump out of a cake and steal from five-year-olds?" "You said you wanted a bigger role." "I said I wanted a bigger cut. Who wheels the cake? You’re allergic to fondant." "I’ll wear gloves." "You’re also banned from the community center after you tried to steal the bounce house." "That was a misunderstanding. I thought it was a rental." "Bill, you were cutting the ropes with a butter knife." "Which proves I’m dedicated. Now, the cake. I’ll be inside. You’ll be the photographer. You yell 'everyone say cheese,' the parents close their eyes, I grab the presents." "Parents don’t close their eyes for photos. They open them wider. And you’re covered in cake." "Then I’m already in disguise. No one recognizes a man covered in buttercream. It’s science." "The science of being tackled by a birthday clown." "Then we skip the cake. We go in as balloon delivery. We bring an enormous bunch of helium balloons tied to the presents. When we release the balloons, the presents float away. We collect them in the parking lot." "Presents are heavy, Bill. The only thing floating is your brain." "Then we use the bouncy castle. We deflate it. All the kids go flying, the parents panic, and we walk out with the gifts in the chaos." "That’s not a heist. That’s a war crime." "You’re impossible. What about the piñata? I’ll climb inside. They hoist me up. At the peak, I yell 'candy audit' and swing out. You grab the presents while the kids are blinded by confetti." "You’ve been blinded by confetti since 2009. You don’t fit in a piñata. You barely fit in a mid-size sedan." "Then I’ll wear the piñata as a hat." "Oh, perfect. A six-foot man with a donkey on his head stealing a toddler’s scooter. That’s not suspicious." "Fine. You suggest something." Molly sighed. "We go as the cleanup crew. After the party, we bring our own van, we offer to take the presents to the birthday kid’s house. They’ll thank us." Bill frowned. "That’s not a heist. That’s a moving service." "Exactly. Low risk, high reward, and we get leftover cake." "Will there be ice cream?" "Probably not. It melts." "Then I’m out. Unless we steal the ice cream truck first." Molly grabbed her keys. "Get in the van, Bill. And don’t eat the crayons."