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Molly tapped the blueprint. "Alright, Bill, listen up. The target is little Timmy’s seventh birthday." Bill squinted. "Are we really robbing a first-grader? Look, I’m a hardened criminal, Molly, not a cartoon villain." "Do you know what rich parents buy seven-year-olds nowadays? Tablets, consoles, collectible plastic bricks worth their weight in gold! It’s a playground Fort Knox." "What about security?" Bill asked. "Heavy," Molly said. "Twenty sugar-crazed Ankle-Biters, three helicopter moms, and a teenager in a knockoff Spider-Man suit." "I hate spider-guys. What’s our cover?" "We’re going in as Chuckles and Giggles, the discount balloon artists." "I don’t know how to make balloon animals! Last time I tried, I made a worm, and it popped and blinded me for twenty minutes." "Just twist the rubber and look manic. At three o’clock, they do the piñata. While the brats are beating a papier-mâché donkey to death, we bag the gift table and slip out through the bouncy castle." "The bouncy castle? Are we taking our shoes off?" "Of course we take our shoes off, Bill, we’re professionals, not animals. Grab your face paint. It’s go time."