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Molly spread the crayon blueprint across the dashboard of the getaway van, weighting it with a juice box and two stolen party hats. "The bouncy castle is our cover," she said. "We go in as entertainers." "I'm not wearing the clown shoes again," Bill said. "You'll wear what the plan demands." Bill studied the diagram: the present table, back window, a stick figure labeled BILL RUNNING. He had concerns. "Last time, a six-year-old interrogated me about my life choices. In a ball pit." "Timothy was a perceptive child." "Timothy was a menace." Bill tapped the crayon window. "What if adults get suspicious?" "Card tricks." "My card tricks make people more suspicious." "Then get better cards." Molly checked her watch, liberated from a museum gift shop. "Cake's at two-thirty. Everyone's distracted by frosting. That's our window." Bill nodded slowly, the way a man nods while picturing the police report. "And the piñata?" he asked. Molly sighed the sigh of a woman who had answered this question in three separate parking lots. "Leave the piñata, Bill." "It's full of candy, Molly." "It's full of witnesses." She folded the blueprint with professional creases. "In and out. Every present. We're professionals." "We're robbing a birthday party." "Professionally."