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Molly spread the blueprints across the hood of the van. They were drawn in crayon, mostly purple. "Where did you get these?" Bill asked nervously. "The birthday boy's sister. Cost me a lollipop." "You bribed a six-year-old?" "She drove a hard bargain." Bill squinted at the page. A lopsided rectangle was labeled PRESANTS, surrounded by stick figures holding what appeared to be swords. "Who are these guys?" "Security," Molly said grimly. "The Hendersons hired a magician." Bill went pale. He had not forgotten the Kowalski job, the endless scarves, the dove that followed him home and still lived in his bathroom, judging him. "We go in during cake," Molly continued, tapping a smear of purple glitter. "Forty children, maximum sugar. Nobody watches gifts during candles. I slip in as a clown, you're the balloon guy." "I can only make snakes." "Then you'll make snakes. Confidently." "And if someone asks for a giraffe?" "Tell them it's a snake with ambition." Bill nodded slowly, then frowned. "Molly, what exactly are we stealing? Legos?" She folded the map with terrible dignity. "Bill. Somewhere in that pile is the last limited-edition Dino-Mech Megazord on the Eastern Seaboard." Bill gasped, clutching his heart.