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Molly slapped a blueprint on the table. "The target is a seven-year-old's birthday party. Saturday. Two PM." "A seven-year-old? What's the security like?" "One bouncy castle. One clown named Giggles. And a grandmother guarding the cake table." Bill shuddered. "Clowns are unpredictable, Mol. You know I have a thing about clowns." "You robbed a bank dressed as a leprechaun. You can handle a clown." "The leprechaun was a disguise. The clown is a lifestyle. It's different." "We go in through the ball pit. It's the blind spot." "The ball pit? Kids pee in those things." Molly rolled her eyes. "You want the presents or not? There's a limited edition Super Soaker in that pile. We flip that for two hundred easy." "Two hundred? Molly, this is insulting. We're stealing from children." "We're not stealing. We're 'liberating' assets from an unattended pool of wealth. It's a hostile takeover." Bill sighed. "The grandmother is going to be a problem. She has a walker. She can move fast when motivated." "I'll handle the grandmother. You handle Giggles." "If I get balloon animals, I'm keeping them." "Remember, we are in and out in twenty minutes. Nobody cries." "Except the clown. If he touches me, the clown cries."