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Molly spread the blueprints across the sticky kitchen table, her finger tracing the route through the inflatable bounce house. The crayon drawings showed the gift table positioned dangerously close to the back window, a tantalizing vulnerability. "It's perfect. Three-year-old's birthday, no security, just sugar and poor impulse control." Bill adjusted his black ski mask, the elastic pinching his ears uncomfortably. He studied the floor plan with a frown etched deep into his forehead. "You do realize I have a phobia of clowns, right?" Molly laughed loudly, pointing at the princess decorations taped to the wall. "These aren't clowns. Just unlimited juice boxes." "And presents. Did you see the registry? There's a LEGO set worth four hundred dollars." She grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with predatory excitement. "We pose as entertainers. I'll do balloon animals, you juggle." "I cannot juggle. I nearly lost an eye once." "You'll learn. Or we use a whoopee cushion to distract them while we raid the gifts." Bill scratched his unshaven chin, considering the logistics of the heist. "What about the parents?" "They'll be in the kitchen drinking wine. We hit at 2:15, grab everything, and vanish before the piñata." "And the birthday boy?" Molly paused for a moment, a finger pressed to her lips in mock thoughtfulness. "We leave him a lollipop. It's called professional courtesy."