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Molly unrolled a stained Chuck E. Cheese placemat across the table. "Alright, listen up, Bill. The target is little Timmy’s seventh birthday." "A kid's party? Are we stealing cake? Because I'm lactose intolerant, Molly." "Not the cake, you idiot. The gift table. Timmy’s dad is a hedge fund manager. We are talking unopened Lego Star Wars sets, Nintendo Switches, and envelopes stuffed with crisp grandmother cash." "Grandma cash is untraceable. I like it. What’s the security situation?" "Tight. Twenty sugar-crazed first-graders and a teenager in a knockoff Spider-Man suit." Bill gasped. "Spider-Man? We can't fight an Avenger!" "He’s sixteen and smells like Axe body spray, Bill. You’ll distract him by asking him to do a backflip. While he pulls a hamstring, I’ll infiltrate the bouncy castle sector." "What’s our cover? We don't have a kid." "We go in as the hired clowns. Bubbles and Squeaks." "I draw the line at a red nose, Molly. I have a reputation. Remember the Toledo bank job?" "You wore a tutu in Toledo! Put on the oversized shoes and grab the burlap sacks. At fifteen-hundred hours, they sing Happy Birthday. While their eyes are on the candles, we bag the loot and vanish."