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“Okay, walk me through this one more time,” Bill whispered, peering through the binoculars at the brightly decorated house. “Simple,” Molly said, her eyes gleaming. “The clown arrives at three. We intercept him in the alley.” “We’re mugging a clown? For his giant shoes?” “For his giant shoes *and* his van. Then you, dressed as Clown #2, drive the van to the party. You’ll be let right in.” “And you?” “I’ll already be inside, disguised as the overly-enthusiastic aunt. I’ll create a diversion with the piñata. While the sugar-crazed mob is occupied, you load the presents from the gift table into the clown van.” “What’s the diversion?” “I’m going to ‘accidentally’ whack the birthday boy’s father with the bat. It’ll be chaos.” “And our exit?” “You drive. I’ll slip out the back, meet you at the rendezvous. We trade the clown van for our car and vanish.” Bill lowered the binoculars. “A clown van filled with stolen toys. This is a new low, Molly.” She patted his cheek. “It’s a high-volume, low-security score. Think of it as Santa’s evil twin.” “What if someone notices the real clown tied up in the alley?” “By then we’ll be halfway to the pawn shop. Now, can you honk a red nose? It’s key to the character.”