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"Remind me again," Bill whispered, crouched behind the bouncy castle, "why are we robbing a six-year-old?" "Because, Bill, little Cayden's grandmother is rich, and that pile of presents has a genuine Lego Millennium Falcon in it." "It's a kids' party, Molly." "Forty presents, Bill. Forty. That's a bigger haul than the Henderson job." "The Henderson job was a bank." "And this is easier. No vault, no lasers, just a clown." "I hate clowns." "Everyone hates clowns. That's the getaway plan. We grab the gifts, you trip the clown, chaos ensues." "Why do I have to trip the clown?" "Because I wore the nice shoes." "We're both wearing clown shoes, Molly. We're disguised as party entertainers." "Exactly. Blend in. Now, when the magician does the rabbit trick, that's our signal." "I thought the signal was the piñata." "Piñata's at three. Magician's at two-thirty. Keep up, Bill." "What if a kid sees us?" "Then you make them a balloon animal and they go away happy. Nobody suspects the balloon guy." "I can't make balloon animals." "Then learn fast. Here comes the cake." "Cake already?" "Focus, Bill. In and out, presents in the van, nobody gets hurt." "Except the clown." "Especially the clown."