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Molly spread the blueprint across the hood of the van. "Okay, Bill. Henderson kid's birthday, Saturday, two o'clock. Bounce house in the yard, clown by the cake table." "A clown? Molly, you know I can't do clowns." "Focus. We go in dressed as caterers." "What do caterers wear?" "Aprons, Bill. Just aprons." "Over our clothes, right?" "Obviously over our clothes. The presents will be stacked by the patio. I grab the big ones, you grab the small ones." "Why do I always get the small ones?" "Because last time you dropped a kayak off a balcony." "It was a canoe, and it was poorly wrapped." "Fine, you take medium gifts. Non-negotiable. And do not eat the cake." "Why would I eat the cake?" "Because at the museum job you ate the entire exhibit of historical cheeses." "That was research. What if a kid sees us?" "Tell him we're present inspectors." "That's not a real job." "Neither is robbing a six-year-old, yet here we are. Masks on at one-fifty." "Can my mask be a giraffe?" "It has to be, Bill. It's a giraffe-themed party." Bill sighed. "Best heist ever." "And if the clown talks to you, don't engage." "He'll engage me, Molly. They always do."