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"Right," Molly said, unrolling a crayon-drawn map across the dashboard. "The party starts at two. We go in through the back gate." "The back gate with the squeaky latch?" Bill asked. "We'll use WD-40." "On a child's gate. We're greasing a child's gate, Molly." "Do you want the presents or not?" "I do want the presents." "Then stop questioning my methods. Now, the gifts will be stacked on a folding table near the bouncy castle. You grab everything you can carry while I create a distraction." "What kind of distraction?" "I'm going to challenge the birthday boy's father to a limbo contest." "You can't even touch your toes." "Exactly. It'll be mesmerizing. Everyone will watch. Meanwhile, you load the van." "What if a kid sees me?" "Tell them you're from the valet service." "For presents?" "Children are stupid, Bill. That's why they still believe in Santa Claus, and that, frankly, is the whole reason we're in business." "Fair point. What's our exit strategy?" "We drive away." "That's it?" "It's a cul-de-sac in the suburbs, not the Louvre. We drive away, Bill." Bill folded his arms and nodded slowly. "I love this plan."