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The van smelled like wet clown wig and stale birthday cake. Molly taped a crayon drawing of a backyard to the dashboard. Bill stared at it like it was a tax audit. “Bill, stop hyperventilating. It’s a children’s party, not the Tower of London.” “Last time you said that, I ended up zip-tied to a hamster cage while a six-year-old explained photosynthesis.” “That was a science fair. This is princess-themed. Minimal security. Maximum presents.” Bill pinched the bridge of his nose. “What about the bouncy castle? That thing has walls. And static electricity.” “The bouncy castle is our escape route. We crawl through the back flap, slide down the inflatable dragon, and vanish before the cake is cut.” “Vanish? You want us to kidnap a dragon?” “No, Bill, the dragon is inflatable. Keep up. The gift table is by the window. I counted forty-two presents. Lego, dolls, a bike, and one envelope that feels suspiciously like cash.” “From a seven-year-old?” “Grandparents. They’re the real whales. We take everything. No witnesses.” “There will be twenty witnesses. All under four feet tall and hopped up on frosting.” “That’s why we go in as entertainment. You’re Chuckles the Clown. I’m Madame Mystery, the magician who makes presents disappear.” “I hate clowns.” “You hate everything. Put on the wig.” Bill held up the wig with two fingers. “It smells like a wet dog. Why can’t you be Chuckles?” “Because I’m doing the sleight of hand. You’re doing the distraction. You walk in, trip over a balloon, cry a little, and every parent rushes to console you.” “That’s your plan? Humiliate me?” “It’s a heist. Humiliation is just overhead.” “Fine. What about the piñata?” “We empty it first. Replace the candy with rocks.” “Rocks? Molly, that’s monstrous.” “That’s misdirection. While they’re dealing with dental claims, we load the van.” Bill sighed. “And the birthday kid?” “She’ll remember Chuckles and Madame Mystery. Not Bill and Molly. Kids have terrible memories. I told my niece I was a wizard for three years.” “Did she believe you?” “She still sends me letters at Hogwarts.” “Okay. What if a parent tries to stop us?” “Then we deploy the secret weapon.” “Which is?” “You take off the clown wig.” “And?” “They see your real face. Too terrified to move.” “I’m not that ugly.” “Bill, you have a face like a disappointed loan officer. It’s effective.” “I want sixty percent.” “Fifty, and you keep the wig.” “Deal. But if one toddler offers me a juice box, I’m out.” “You’ll accept the juice box, Bill. And you’ll say thank you. We’re professionals.” “Also, the cake.” “Obviously. It’s a heist, not a charity.” “Unicorn rainbow explosion. Fondant armor. Weighs as much as a toddler.” “Can you carry it?” “I’ll carry it while you distract the piñata mob.” “And the balloons?” “We let them go. Chaos is free.” “Goodie bags?” “Empty them. Fill them with Brussels sprouts.” “That’s evil.” “That’s Tuesday.” “And the candles?” “Trick candles. They never blow out.” Bill groaned. Molly grinned.