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Molly spread the blueprint across the van's hood. "Okay, Billy-boy. The Henderson kid's turning seven. Saturday. Bouncy castle, pony rides, forty presents." Bill peered at the diagram. "A pony? We're stealing from a pony party?" "We're stealing from the presents table. The pony stays." "What's the security situation?" "One dad in a Hawaiian shirt. He's already drunk on Capri Suns." "Capri Suns don't—" "Don't question the intel, Bill." "Fine. What's the actual extraction plan?" "You wear the mascot costume." "Why do I always wear the mascot costume?" "Because you've got the shoulders of a cartoon raccoon." "That raccoon has a tail, Molly. I can't work a tail." "Clip it on, tuck it in, waddle to the present table, fill the sack, waddle out." "Kids will hug me, Molly." "Let them. It builds cover." "One of them bit me last time! Drew blood! At a communion!" "Then be faster this time." "What if the birthday boy opens everything before I get there?" "Then you grab the cake too. We sell slices by the pound." "This is why my therapist quit, you know." "Your therapist was stealing our cut." "She was seven, Molly." "Everyone's on the payroll, Bill. Now practice your waddle."