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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table like it was a treasure map. "Three o'clock, Saturday, at the community center. Fifty kids, unlimited juice boxes, and a gift table the size of a Volkswagen." Bill squinted at the paper. "You want us to rob a children's party?" "We're not robbing children, Bill. We're robbing parents. There's a difference. The kids are just... collateral ambiance." "They're six, Molly. Six-year-olds with sticky fingers and no concept of personal property. They'll hand us the presents." "Exactly. Low security. High reward. I've already got the clown nose." Bill rubbed his temples. "You bought a clown nose." "I rented it. Three hours, refundable deposit. Look, we dress as party entertainers, blend in with the other twelve adults pretending to enjoy magic tricks, and when the cake comes out—distraction—we load the gift table into the van." "And the kids?" "Face paint. We'll be unrecognizable. Besides, they'll think it's part of the show." Molly grinned. "Bill, think of the haul. Video games, tablets, that robot dog everyone's talking about." Bill stared at the invitation. "The robot dog barks when you kick it." "See? Already planning the resale."