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Molly peered through the binoculars. "Okay, there's the bouncy castle. There's the cake table. And there's the presents, right under the banner that says 'Happy Birthday, Timmy.'" "Perfect," Bill said, adjusting his clown wig. "I distract them with balloon animals. You stuff the presents in the piñata bag." "The piñata bag? Bill, the piñata is going to be hit with a bat. By children. Repeatedly." "That's the beauty of it. Nobody checks the piñata until the big moment." "That's not beauty, that's a design flaw." "Fine, use the cooler. Nobody looks in a cooler." "There are juice boxes in the cooler." "Then we steal those too. Diversify." Molly lowered the binoculars. "Have you considered that we're adults? That we could just... buy things?" Bill gasped. "That's not how we were raised." "We were raised by wolves, Bill." "Wolves with excellent heist instincts." "Fine. But if one more toddler hugs you and calls you Mr. Sprinkles, you're abandoning the mission again." "That was one time!" "You cried, Bill. You cried and gave the presents back and helped cut the cake." "It was a very emotional cake." "Get in the van." "It's a bouncy castle, actually." "Get in the bouncy castle."