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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the hood of the getaway minivan, smoothing out the crayon lines with one gloved hand. Bill squinted at it, hands shoved deep in his pockets. "Why does the floor plan have a balloon animal on it?" "That's the bouncy castle. The stick figure is Timmy. Six years old. Ruthless." Bill scratched his chin and leaned closer. "Remind me why we're robbing a child?" "Rich grandmother. The kid's getting a solid gold yo-yo worth eight grand." Bill whistled through his teeth. Molly traced the route with her finger. "We go in as clowns. You juggle, I handle the piñata." "I can't juggle." "You can't do anything, Bill. Never stopped us before." Molly tapped a red X in the corner of the map. "The presents are guarded by the most dangerous security system known to man." "Which is?" "A dozen sugared-up six-year-olds and one very tired magician." Bill gulped audibly and tugged at his collar, staring at the crayon map for a long moment, weighing every life choice that had led him to this minivan. "I'm going to need a bigger bag." "Now you're thinking like a professional," Molly said, rolling up the blueprint and tossing him a red foam nose.