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Molly slammed the blueprints down. "Look at the perimeter, Bill. Bouncy castle on the east lawn, face-painting station by the patio. It’s a fortress." "Are we really robbing a seven-year-old’s birthday party?" Bill asked, adjusting his ski mask. "Seems beneath us, Molly." "Little Timmy’s parents are billionaires! Do you know what’s on that gift table? Limited edition Legos! Cash envelopes! Maybe even a solid gold Furby! This is our retirement job." "What about the guards?" "Two exhausted nannies and a guy sweating inside a knockoff Spider-Man suit. We blend in, grab the loot bag, and vanish." "How do two childless adults in leather jackets blend into a toddler rave?" "We crawl. Keep our heads below the crepe paper streamers. If anyone spots us, you bark like a puppy and I’ll pretend to change your diaper." Bill stared at her. "I am not wearing a diaper for a Lego Millennium Falcon." "It has seven thousand pieces, Bill! Do you know the street value on eBay? Put the Pampers on!" "Fine. What's the distraction?" "At zero-fourteen hundred, they blindfold the target and hand him a baseball bat." "The piñata." "Bingo. When the candy rains, we bring the pain."