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They met, as always, in the parking lot of a shuttered Wendy's, which Bill considered neutral territory. They had been banned from the functioning Wendy's. He unrolled the blueprints across the hood of Molly's car and pinned one corner down with a bag of cheese puffs. "This is it," he said. "The big one." Molly squinted at the paper. "Bill, this is a crayon drawing of a house." "It's a schematic. I had the inside man draft it." "The inside man is six." "He's very thorough for six. Look, he labeled the bouncy castle." The roof was purple. The chimney appeared to be on fire, though Bill insisted that was a flag. Molly rubbed her temples. "Run the job by me one more time. Slowly." Bill produced a laser pointer from 2009 and waved it over the drawing with tremendous ceremony. "Tomorrow, eleven a.m., Timmy Henderson turns seven. Forty presents, one folding table, in the backyard." "We're robbing a child's birthday party." "There's a Nintendo Switch in there, Molly. Timmy told me himself. Twice. The kid could not stop bragging." Molly said nothing, which was her way of saying several things. She had followed Bill into eleven jobs. Three had worked. One had technically worked. The rest were discussed only in court. "Phase one," Bill said, tapping the schematic, "you go in as the balloon animal lady. I already booked you." "I don't know how to make balloon animals." "You've got fourteen hours and the internet. Phase two: I come over the fence dressed as the clown from the party store." "You got banned from the party store." "Which is why I wear the disguise to buy the disguise. It's foolproof." "What's phase three?" "We load the presents into a Hefty bag during the piñata. Everyone watches the candy. Nobody watches the gift table." The getaway vehicle, Bill explained, was his own car, parked two houses down, complete with a car seat he described as versatile seating. Molly raised the issue of the hired magician. Bill dismissed it on legal grounds he declined to cite, having read them somewhere. "What if somebody stops us?" she asked. "Nobody stops a clown and a balloon lady carrying a garbage bag. We're invisible. We're party infrastructure." Bill folded the blueprint with the gravity of a man who had never once been right. "Forty presents. Zero security, unless you count Timmy's grandma, and she falls asleep after cake." "Everyone falls asleep after cake. That's not intelligence, that's biology." "So you're in?" Molly sighed the sigh of a woman whose other option was honest work. "I'm in. But I'm only learning one balloon animal. Everything is a snake. Dogs, swords, hats. Snake." "Deal. Nobody inspects the snake." "And if one kid cries, we walk. We're thieves, not monsters." They shook hands over the hood, two professionals with a crayon drawing and a plan so flawed it could only be foiled by a magician. Neither went home to practice balloon animals. One of them really should have.