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Molly tapped the blueprint. "Alright, listen closely. Target is Timmy's seventh birthday. Maximum security. Twenty hyperactive kids, a bouncy castle perimeter, and an armed clown." "Armed?" Bill asked. "Balloon swords, Bill, focus! We infiltrate during the cake cutting. Every eye will be on the candles. That gives us only sixty short seconds to raid the gift table." "What's the projected haul? Are we talking cash envelopes, or noisy plastic junk?" "Timmy's dad is a billionaire. We are looking at massive Lego sets, tablets, and hefty gift cards. Pure, untraceable assets." Bill frowned. "How do we bypass the suburban mothers? They guard the Pinot Grigio, right beside the patio exit." "Disguises," Molly grinned. "I go in as the hired painter. You are my cheerful assistant, Mister Sparkles." "I refuse to be Sparkles again! Last job, I got craft glitter in places glitter should never go." "No alternatives," she snapped, tossing a pink wig. "Put on the tutu, grab the loot sacks, and if any toddler makes eye contact, deploy emergency kazoo distractions. Understood?" Bill sighed, catching it. "Fine. I'm only doing this for the Star Wars Legos. If that clown tries anything heroic, I'm popping his balloon poodle." "Deal. Synchronize watches."