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"The blueprints," Molly said, spreading a crayon drawing across the hood of the car. "That's a napkin," said Bill. "Timmy's mother drew the layout in crayon. I adapted. Now, the presents will be stacked here, by the bouncy castle." "What's our cover?" "You're the clown." "Why am I always the clown?" "Because you cried at the magic trick last time and ruined the ventriloquist gig." "He made a card disappear, Molly. Into thin air. That's not natural." "Focus. I cut the power at six. You grab the haul, we rendezvous at the bounce house exit." "There's a ball pit between us and the door." "I know." "Kids guard ball pits, Molly. They're territorial." "That's why you have the candy." "I'm not bribing children." "You're robbing them." "Fair point. What if one of them's got a phone?" "Then we move fast. In, out, ninety seconds." "And the dog?" "Balloon animal. Distraction." "What about the piñata?" "Leave it. It's a decoy. Nobody puts good loot in a donkey." "My uncle did." "Your uncle went to prison, Bill." "Unrelated reasons. You think of everything." "I think of most things. You think of lunch." "I do think of lunch." "After the job, Bill." "After the job."