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"We hit the Henderson place Saturday," Bill said. Molly snorted. "Kid's birthday party? That's your big score?" "Sixty kids, sixty presents," Bill replied. "Diamond encrusted toy horses, game consoles, all that rubbish nobody appreciates." "Kids don't appreciate anything," Molly agreed. "What's the plan?" "Standard approach. Three of us hit the door dressed as clowns. Naturally." "Obviously. Balloons or no balloons?" "Absolutely balloons. Clowns without balloons look suspicious." "And security?" "Mrs. Henderson once called the police because her cat looked at her funny. We'll be fine." "The mom?" "She'll be pouring wine by noon. My source confirms." "What's our cut?" "Fifty-fifty. I've already got the van." "You always say that." "I mean it this time. Blue van. I painted it blue myself." "That explains the news report about a stolen blue van." "...That's irrelevant. Saturday, nine a.m., party hats ready. We get in, grab the stash, and we're gone before anyone notices the piñata is missing." "Keep the piñata," Molly said. "That's mine." "Fine. Piñata's yours. Everything else is split."