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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly. "You sure this is the right house? Last time we hit a kid’s party, we ended up with a trunk full of participation trophies." Bill squinted at the balloon archway. "Positive. The invite said ‘No Expense Spared.’ That’s code for ‘Lots of Loot.’" "Or ‘Lots of Parents with Phones,’" Molly muttered. "Remember the incident with the piñata?" Bill winced. "I still have glitter in my eyebrows." He pulled out a floor plan. "We go in through the back, grab the presents, and slip out before the cake’s cut. Easy." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Easy? You’re the guy who tripped over a tricycle during the toy store job." "That was a setup! The tricycle was *booby-trapped*." Bill scowled. "Besides, this time we’ve got a distraction." Molly groaned. "Please tell me it’s not another clown." "Better." Bill grinned. "A magician. I hired him off Craigslist." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Last time you hired a magician, he turned out to be a cop." Bill shrugged. "This one’s got a parrot."