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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table, her finger tracing the glittery unicorn border. "Bill, it's a six-year-old's birthday. The security is literally a bouncy castle." Bill leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "That's what they want you to think. I've seen those things. Structural integrity of wet cardboard." "They're five, Bill. They don't even lock their doors." "Exactly. Complacency." He tapped the invitation. "Think about it. No alarms. No guards. Just... sugar-fueled chaos and a piñata full of gift cards." Molly grabbed her coat. "You want to rob a child's party." "I want to rob a child's party." He grinned. "There's a difference. We're professionals. We go in, we take the loot, we leave before the cake. Nobody gets hurt." "Except their feelings." "Feelings heal, Molly. That LEGO Hogwarts castle doesn't." She sighed, checking her watch. "Two hours. We pose as... what? Clowns?" "Magicians. I've been practicing." Bill pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and immediately dropped three of them. "Perfect. Just perfect." "Confidence, Molly. The children will sense it." "They'll sense that you're terrified of balloons." "Strategic caution." He pocketed the cards. "Now. Are we doing this or not?" Molly looked at the invitation one last time. "Fine. But if a kid cries, I'm blaming you." "Noted." Bill opened the door. "Remember—no touching the cake. That's amateur hour." "That's literally the only rule I have."