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“So the target is a birthday party. Ages four to seven,” Molly said, peering through binoculars from the parked van. “Four to seven. That’s the demographic. High-value loot. Unwrapped, too. They do the present pile on a plastic table,” Bill replied, chewing a pen. “And the parents? They’ll be watching like hawks.” “They’ll be drunk on fruit punch and small talk. The real security is a clown. Goes by ‘Bubbles.’ Does balloon animals. Also has a taser.” “A taser-wielding clown? That’s your intel?” “I saw him use it on a piñata that wouldn’t break. He’s a professional.” “Okay. So we go in as... what? Another clown?” “No. Too risky. We go in as the birthday girl’s divorced uncle and his new girlfriend. We bring a gift. It’s a decoy. Inside is a motorized fart machine. When it goes off, chaos.” “You want to cause a flatulence panic at a kids’ party? Bill, that’s genius.” “Then while Bubbles is doing CPR on a balloon poodle, we grab the gift bags. Every single one. Plus the cake.” “We’re stealing cake?” “It’s a smash cake. Worth forty dollars. And it has a tiny race car on top. We need that.” “So we’re targeting children’s presents and a cake with a toy car.” “It’s a heist, Molly. Not a charity event.” “Fine. But I’m keeping the car.”