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Bill unrolled the blueprint. "Target is a five-year-old's birthday party." Molly nodded. "High security. There's a bouncy castle." "I can handle a bouncy castle." "It's guarded by a clown." "Clowns are just sad men in makeup." "This one does balloon animals. He's ex-navy." "Check the guest list. Timmy's getting a Deluxe Easy-Bake Oven. We can fence that for three hundred." "Easy-Bake Ovens are hard to move." "We'll sell it to the Italians." "The mob loves baking metaphors." "What about the piñata?" "Distraction. Kids swarm it. We grab the loot from the gift table." "There's a dog. A golden retriever named Princess." "Princess is a softie. I'll bring bacon." "And the parents?" "Distracted. They're drinking boxed wine and complaining about HOA fees." "This is low, Molly. Stealing from kids?" "We're professionals. We don't judge the score, we just take it." "What if the birthday boy cries?" "He won't know we took it. He's five. He thinks presents grow in the backyard." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if the clown makes a move, I'm shooting the balloons." "You can't shoot balloons at a party. It scares the kids." "It scares the clown. That's the point." Molly smiled. "Operation Sugar Rush is a go."