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Molly peered through the hedge at the bouncing castle, where shrieking children orbited a table piled with presents like gulls around chips. “Bill, tell me that’s not a clown on stilts.” “It is, and I refuse to be intimidated by a man in striped socks.” “You said that about the mall cop.” “He had a Segway, Molly. That’s cavalry.” “Focus. Entry points?” “Front gate disguised as responsible relatives, or back fence disguised as highly athletic shrubs.” “We’ve never been athletic shrubs.” “We’ve been worse. Remember the aquarium job?” “I still smell haddock when I’m nervous. What about the dog?” “Bribed with sausage rolls.” “The magician?” “Easily distracted by mirrors.” “The children?” “Sticky, short, and unpredictable. We avoid them like taxes.” “And the presents?” “Snatch, stack, and vanish before cake.” “What if they sing?” “Happy Birthday?” “No, the alarm. Kids always sing before chaos.” “Then we move on the second ‘to you.’” “Bill, one more issue. That piñata is looking at me.” “Everything looks at you when you owe it money.” Molly straightened her hat and grinned. “Right. We go in smiling, leave jingling, and under no circumstances accept face paint.” “Agreed. Last time the getaway horse laughed all the way.”