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Molly spread the hand-drawn map across the hood of their dented minivan. It was covered in crayon and smelled faintly of grape juice. She had stolen it from the fridge of the birthday boy himself. "The bouncy castle is here," she said, tapping a purple blob. "That's our primary obstacle." Bill squinted at the map and turned it upside down. "Why is everything drawn in what appears to be dinosaur?" "The kid is six, Bill. Focus." She pulled out a pair of binoculars and nodded toward the backyard. "The presents are stacked on a folding table near the back fence. I count at least thirty gifts. Could be huge money." "Could also be thirty boxes of Legos," Bill muttered. "Legos have incredible resale value and you know it." He couldn't argue with that. He'd paid rent twice last year on Legos alone. "So what's the plan?" he asked. Molly grinned the way she always did before something went beautifully wrong. "We go in disguise. You're the clown." "Absolutely not." "You're the clown, Bill." He stared at her for a long moment, then sighed with his entire body. "I'm going to need a bigger nose."