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Molly adjusted her fake clown nose. "Listen carefully, Bill. The target is little Timmy’s sixth birthday extravaganza. We go in at two-thirty, right during the piñata distraction, and sweep the gift table. We are talking premium Lego sets, Nintendo Switches, maybe even cash-stuffed Hallmark cards from lazy uncles." "Wait, what about the bouncy castle guard? Did you account for him?" "He’s a teenager making minimum wage, Bill. Offer him a juice box and a Rice Krispie treat, and he’ll look the other way. The real threat is Patty, the mother. She’s armed with a clipboard, three shots of espresso, and a whistle." Bill gulped nervously. "A whistle? I didn’t sign up for psychological warfare, Molly! Last time we did a kiddie gig, a toddler bit my shin so hard I needed a tetanus shot. Plus, I'm still finding glitter in my earlobes!" "Pull yourself together, man! Think of the resale value on a pristine Barbie Dreamhouse. We’ll be sipping margaritas in Tijuana by Tuesday. Now, grab that burlap sack and put on your balloon-animal hat. If anyone asks, you’re Chuckles the Magician’s clumsy assistant, and you’re just making the presents disappear." "Fine. Dibs on the cake."