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The warehouse smelled. Molly spread blueprints. "So we go in through the bouncy castle at exactly 2:15," she said. Bill rubbed his temples. "You want to tunnel through an inflatable moon bounce filled with screaming children?" "Why not? We deflate it remotely, crawl through the valve, grab the loot, and vanish before the piñata drops." "What loot? They're eight-year-olds, Molly. The presents are Pokémon cards, cheap chocolate, gift cards and expired coupons." "Exactly! Completely untraceable! No serial numbers on a Pikachu plush! No security cameras in the ball pit!" "We're professionals. We hit banks, jewelry stores, that casino with the terrible buffet and that art gallery?" "—Terrible food, excellent security flaws," Molly interrupted. "And now you want to rob a child's birthday party? There's a moral line here, Molly. We're thieves, not monsters. What if they have security?" Molly grinned. "Think of it as community service. Robin Hood style redistribution from bourgeoisie toddlers to hardworking criminals like us." "You're quoting Marx at a children's party?" "I'm quoting opportunity! Imagine the chaos! Cake everywhere! Piñata trauma! We blend right in as entertainment!" "As what? The grim reaper?" "Party clown!" She held a wig. "Now suit up. Timmy's turning nine and I want that LEGO set."