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Molly pressed her binoculars against the hedge, counting the enemy's defenses. Beside her, Bill adjusted his rented clown costume, the polka dots clashing violently with his camouflage face paint. "Six kids," Molly whispered. "One bouncy castle." "And the presents?" "By the cake table." Bill nodded solemnly, as if reviewing troop movements. He'd spent three weeks planning this operation: blueprints of the suburban backyard, surveillance photos of the birthday boy, a detailed dossier on the family's golden retriever. The dog was the wildcard. Last Tuesday he'd tested its temperament by tossing a sausage over the fence, and the animal had eaten it midair while maintaining unblinking eye contact. Bill still woke up sweating about that dog. Molly checked her watch. The magician was due at three, which gave them a twelve-minute window between cake and the piñata massacre. Children, Bill had learned, were the most unpredictable security force known to man. One of them had already spotted him twice and simply waved. "Remember," Molly said, "grab and go." "No balloon animals?" "No balloon animals." Bill sighed. His true calling, wasted again. He honked his nose once for courage, and they crawled toward the fence, two professionals about to commit the lowest-stakes crime of their careers.