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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table like it was a treasure map, her finger tracing the glittery unicorn border. "Saturday. Three o'clock. Mrs. Patterson's living room. Twenty-three kids under eight, unlimited juice boxes, and a piñata shaped like a princess castle." Bill leaned against the counter, arms crossed, studying the paper with the intensity of a man defusing a bomb. "You want me to rob a birthday party." "I want us to rob a birthday party," Molly corrected, tapping the address. "Think about it. No security system. No guard dogs. Just one overwhelmed mother and a stack of presents in the corner that nobody's counting." "There will be children, Molly." "Sleeping children," she said, as if this settled everything. "After cake. Sugar crash. We hit at four-thirty, we're gone by four thirty-one." Bill rubbed his temples. "What's our getaway vehicle?" "The bounce house." "The bounce house." "The bounce house," Molly repeated, already packing her duffel. "It's genius. We blend in. We *are* the entertainment." Bill stared at her for a long moment, then sighed and reached for his own bag. "I'm going to need a fake mustache." "Already packed."