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“We are not robbing a bank,” Molly said firmly. “We are robbing a six year old’s birthday party.” Bill grinned widely. “Exactly. Banks have guards, cameras. This place has a magician, a bouncy castle, and a mom who fears gluten.” “Her name is Chloe,” Molly said sweetly. “And she has a very specific wish list.” “I love a girl with standards. Does she want a pony?” “She wants a unicorn, Bill. A real one.” “We grab the pony and glue on a horn. Nobody checks things.” Molly checked her watch twice. “We go in at three. The piñata is the distraction.” “Please tell me we are not hitting kids with sticks.” “No. We cut the rope, candy rains down, children scream, parents panic. Classic chaos.” “And the presents?” “We take the gift table, load the van, and leave before the cake is cut.” Bill nodded slowly. “What about the clown?” Molly shuddered dramatically. “The clown is with me. He is inside, scouting the guest list.” “Since when do we work with clowns?” “Since he owed me a favor. Also, he can fit through the doggy door.” “Fine. But if I get glitter on my suit, I am billing the unicorn.”