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"So the vault is a bouncy castle," Molly whispered. "With a clown on patrol," Bill said. "Clowns can't see in the dark," Molly said. "But the candles are shaped like dinosaurs," Bill muttered. Outside the community center, they crouched behind a minivan painted with smiling giraffes. A chorus of children sang off-key, a soundtrack for larceny. "We go during the piñata," Molly said. "Everyone will be blinded by sugar and violence," Bill said. Molly checked her duffel, already lined with tissue paper stolen from last Christmas. "Grab the gift bags, not the cake," Molly warned. "I learned that lesson at the baptism," Bill sighed. "Masks?" Molly asked. Bill flicked open a box of glittery cones. "Party hats. Nobody questions a cone," Bill replied. "And the getaway?" Molly said. "Toy wagon. It squeaks, but it blends," Bill said. Someone inside screamed with joy; Bill flinched anyway. Molly adjusted her fake mustache and listened carefully. "Fine. If a child offers you juice, take it," Molly said. "And if a parent asks our names?" Bill asked. "You're 'Fun Uncle.' I'm 'Responsible Aunt.' Try not to improvise," Molly said. Bill saluted with a sticker sheet. "I never improvise. Mostly. Today." Bill grinned.