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Molly lowered her binoculars and frowned at the bouncy castle. "This is the target?" Bill said. "It's a birthday party, Bill. Eight years old. Presents galore." "There are clowns, Molly." "Clowns are the least of our problems. The presents are stacked in the living room. We go in through the doggy door." "The doggy door?" "It's a beagle. He's basically a doorbell with fur." "And the kids?" "That's why we're wearing these." She held up two mouse costumes. "Mouse costumes? At a puppy-themed party?" "Nobody questions a mouse at a child's birthday. They assume it's entertainment." "And the parents?" "Parents are distracted. Cake, wine, existential dread. We grab the presents and we're out in ninety seconds." "Ninety seconds? Ambitious." "I've stolen faster things from tighter spaces." "Like what?" "Irrelevant. We're professionals. In and out. No crying children." "And if a child cries?" "Then we cry louder. Assert dominance." "That's your plan?" "It's worked before." "On who?" "Trust me, Bill, you don't want to know. Now put on your ears." "I look ridiculous." "You look like a distraction. That's the whole point. Nobody suspects the mouse."