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Bill spread the blueprints across the diner table. "Okay, so the target is a seven-year-old's birthday party." "Whose?" "Little Timmy Fenwick. Rich family, Molly. Loaded." "And the presents?" "Wrapped, stacked by the bounce house, completely unguarded." "There's a clown, Bill." "One clown. I can take one clown." "You cried at the circus in 2019." "That clown owed me money. Different situation. I've got a plan. During musical chairs, you cut the power—" "It's a backyard. The music's a Bluetooth speaker." "Then you distract the parents. I grab the loot, we're gone in ninety seconds." "What about the birthday boy?" "Timmy gets cake, we get presents. Everybody wins." "Everybody except Timmy." "Details. What's the extraction route?" "The bounce house. We deflate it, crawl out under the fence." "You want to escape through a bounce house." "It's the last place they'll look." "Because it's insane, Bill." "Fine. Plan B. I put on the clown nose—" "You are not becoming the clown." "Then how do we get past the piñata?" "The what?" "Security piñata. Candy-filled alarm system. Kids whack it, sensor triggers." "You're making that up." "Am I? Then explain why the invitation says 'no piñata smashers after dark.'" "Fine. We whack it together. For the job." "Now that's the heist spirit."