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They sat in the van. Molly adjusted her fake mustache. "You're absolutely certain the birthday girl doesn't have a security detail?" Bill squinted through binoculars. "It's a six-year-old, Molly. The only security is a bouncy castle and a T-rex piñata." "That T-rex could knock us senseless with one swipe." "It's papier-mâché. I checked thoroughly." "How do you know?" "I tasted it." Molly gagged. "You actually licked a piñata?" "For science. Also, I was extremely thirsty." "Bill, focus. We slip through the doggy door at 2:15, snatch the loot bags, and vanish before the cake ceremony." "What if the clown is actually armed?" "Then we negotiate." "With what? My devastating charm?" "You're holding a taser." "That's strictly for emergencies." "The clown is an emergency, Molly. He's wearing stilts." Bill dropped his binoculars. "Stilts change everything. We need a much larger duffel bag." "And a ladder." "Or our own stilts." "Don't be ridiculous." "Fine. But if there's a balloon animal shaped like a firearm, I'm keeping it." "Bill, this is a children's party." "Exactly. The balloon animals are weapons-grade." "Are you sure those aren't just regular clown balloons?" "I tested one. It squeaked like a rat."