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Molly spread the floor plan across the hood of their rusty van and tapped it with her finger. The van smelled of old cheese and regret, which was honestly appropriate. "The bouncy castle is our biggest problem," she said. Bill squinted at the diagram. "We go under it." "Under the bouncy castle." "Like a tunnel." "Bill, it's inflatable." He stared at her. "We go over it then." "We are not going over a bouncy castle." "Then what's the plan, Molly?" "We walk around it. The presents are stacked by the garden wall. We grab the bags, we're gone in forty seconds." Bill nodded slowly. Outside, the muffled screech of twenty-three sugar-crazed six-year-olds drifted through the afternoon air. Pink balloons bobbed over the fence of number fourteen like cheerful little warnings. "What if the clown sees us?" "Avoid the clown." "I can't avoid the clown. He finds me, Molly. He always finds me." "Then we deal with the clown." "How do you deal with a clown?" She rolled up the floor plan with a sigh. Every job had one unexpected complication. Usually it involved lasers or tripwires. Today it was a man named Blinky.