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"Okay," Molly said, unrolling the blueprint across the hood of the car. "Henderson kid's birthday. Saturday, two o'clock. Bouncy castle here, clown here, presents stacked on the picnic table." Bill squinted. "Entry point?" "Back fence. Mrs. Henderson leaves it open for the caterer." "There's a caterer?" "There is now. We're the caterer." "Do we know how to cater?" "You carry a tray and look disappointed. You've trained your whole life." Bill nodded slowly. "Getaway?" "Minivan. Nobody looks twice at a minivan leaving a kids' party." "Security?" "One clown. Goes by Mr. Giggles." "Armed?" "Balloon animals. But he's fast, Bill. Don't underestimate him." Bill rubbed his chin. "And the take?" "Forty presents, minimum. One's a bike." "A bike? Molly, we could retire." "Don't get greedy. Grab, go, don't look back." "What's in the boxes?" "Does it matter? Could be socks, could be a PlayStation." "Kids get socks?" "Rich kids get iPads, Bill." "What if the kids see us?" "Kids can't identify adults. To them we're all tall and tired." "What about the piñata?" "Leave it. We have standards." "It's full of candy." "Bill. Standards." He sighed. "Feels wrong, robbing kids." "We robbed a petting zoo." "That goat had it coming."