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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table like it was a treasure map. "Three o'clock, Saturday, Chuck E. Cheese. Private room. Twenty kids. Unlimited presents." Bill squinted at the paper. "You want to rob a children's birthday party?" "We're not robbing children, Bill. We're robbing parents. Huge difference. Emotional damage versus property crime." "There's a bounce house." "Exactly. Distraction. I go in as 'Molly the Magician.' You're my assistant. We perform, we collect tips, we case the gift table." Bill rubbed his temples. "I have a felony record for embezzlement." "Perfect. Nobody suspects the guy with a record. They suspect the enthusiastic magician." Molly pulled a glitter-covered top hat from her bag. "I've been practicing. 'Now you see it, now you—'" "Don't. Please don't finish that sentence." "Too late." She vanished a rubber chicken. It reappeared in Bill's coffee. "See? Natural talent." Bill stared at the chicken. "What if a kid recognizes me from the news?" "You'll wear a fake mustache. I'll wear seventeen. We'll be unrecognizable." "What's the exit strategy?" Molly grinned. "Party favor bags. We blend in. Nobody questions a seven-year-old with a kazoo." Bill considered this. "You've thought about this." "I've thought about everything except the cake. I hate cake." "Then we're doomed." "Then we're motivated."