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Molly unrolled the blueprints across the hood of Bill's hatchback, pinning the corners with a juice box and a half-eaten granola bar. The plan had taken three weeks and one deeply regrettable friendship with a clown. "That's a crayon drawing of a house," Bill said. "It's intel. Birthday girl drew it. Better at floor plans than you." Bill squinted at the waxy scribble and tilted his head, the way he did with modern art. "Why does the kitchen have a dragon in it?" "Artistic license. Presents arrive at noon, clown at twelve-thirty. That's our window." He scratched his neck where the balaclava itched. "We're really robbing a birthday party?" "We're robbing the presents. Party's collateral." "What about security?" Molly tapped the diagram with one gloved finger. "Bouncy castle distracts the adults. Ball pit's impenetrable. Grandmother naps after two glasses of punch." "That's not security, that's a party." "Exactly. Nobody will expect us." Bill sighed, resigning himself as he had during the aquarium job and the ostrich incident. "Fine. But if there's a pony, I ride it out." "Noted. Pony's the getaway vehicle." Molly rolled up the blueprints and slid them into her coat. "Don't pet it until we're clear of witnesses."