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"Okay, the party starts at two," said Molly, spreading a hand-drawn map across the hood of their van. "Do we really need a map of a bouncy castle?" Bill asked. "Every job needs a map." "It's a semicircle, Molly." "Focus. The presents are piled near the cake table. We go in through the back gate during musical chairs." "Why musical chairs?" "Because every adult in that garden will be screaming at children. Nobody watches the gift table during musical chairs." "That's actually brilliant," Bill admitted. "I know." "What do we wear?" "I'm thinking—" "Please don't say clown suits." "Clown suits." "Molly, no." "Bill, yes. We blend right in." "With the other clowns?" "There's always a clown at these things." "And if there isn't?" "Then we're the entertainment and nobody questions us near the presents." "This is the stupidest plan I've ever heard." "You said that about the dog show job." "We made forty quid from the dog show job." "Exactly." Bill stared at the map. "I want it on record that I hate this." "Noted. Now put your wig on."