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“Bill, this is the easiest score of our careers,” Molly whispered. “Balloons, cake, distracted parents, and a mountain of presents with bows practically begging to be stolen.” “Begging? Molly, presents don’t beg. They sulk. Very suspiciously wrapped, if you ask me.” “No one asked you. We go in as entertainers.” “I can juggle.” “You can drop fruit in sequence. Different art form.” “Fine. Then I’m the magician.” “You know one trick.” “It’s a good trick.” “It’s setting your sleeve on fire.” “Crowd-pleaser.” Molly peeked over the hedge. “There’s a clown by the gate.” “I hate clowns.” “Everyone hates clowns. That’s why he’s perfect cover.” “What’s the plan?” “You distract the clown, I slip to the gift table, and we load the van.” “With what excuse?” “Face painting.” “I can’t paint faces.” “You don’t need talent. Children enjoy tigers that look ill.” Bill adjusted his crooked bow tie. “And if the parents ask questions?” “Say you’re with ‘Captain Sparkles Deluxe Parties.’ Say it confidently.” “Captain Sparkles Deluxe Parties,” Bill repeated. “I feel ridiculous.” “That means the disguise is working.” A shriek rose from the garden. “Was that the clown?” Bill asked. “No,” said Molly, grinning. “That was opportunity wearing big shoes.”