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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table, her finger tracing the glittery unicorn border. "Saturday. Three o'clock. Mrs. Henderson's granddaughter turns seven." Bill leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "A children's party? Molly, we're professionals." "We're broke professionals." She tapped the paper. "Twenty kids. One bounce house. Zero security." "There's always security. That's the babysitter." "The babysitter is seventeen and TikToking in the laundry room. I checked." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "What are we even stealing? Toy dinosaurs? Board games?" "Limited edition L.O.L. Surprise dolls. They're going for eighty bucks resale. Each." "Since when do you know the secondary market for plastic dolls?" "Since I got desperate, Bill. Remember the yacht?" "We don't talk about the yacht." "Then we steal the dolls." Molly grabbed her coat. "Clown makeup optional but encouraged. Mrs. Henderson specifically requested entertainment." "She requested a clown?" "She requested 'festive atmosphere.' We're interpreting broadly." Bill followed her to the door, shaking his head. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you." "If we get caught, we're seven-year-olds with sticky fingers. They'll just give us juice boxes." "That's... actually a solid alibi." Molly grinned, already pulling on her rainbow wig. "Professional desperation, Bill. It's our brand."