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Molly unrolled a stained blueprint of Chuck E. Cheese’s across the greasy diner booth, weighing down the corners with a salt shaker and a bottle of ketchup. She tapped a red circle drawn aggressively around the animatronic stage. Bill squinted through his thick glasses, nervously chewing on a plastic straw as he surveyed the brightly colored layout. This was their masterpiece, the culmination of years spent pickpocketing magicians and hot-wiring ice cream trucks. Today, they were going after the ultimate high-stakes score: Barnaby Jenkins’s seventh birthday bash. Rumor on the playground was that Barnaby’s divorced parents were competing for his affection with untraceable Lego sets and crisp, sequential twenty-dollar bills hidden inside musical greeting cards. Molly pulled two oversized, polka-dotted bowties from her trench coat, tossing one onto Bill’s plate of cold fries. She adjusted her neon wig, her eyes gleaming with the manic intensity of a seasoned criminal mastermind preparing for war. "Memorize the layout, Bill, because at fourteen-hundred hours, we infiltrate the bouncy castle." "What about the clown?" "I brought thumbtacks." Bill shuddered, silently praying the toddler security detail would be distracted by the pizza arrival when they made their daring escape through the ball pit.