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“Alright, Bill. The guest of honor is a five-year-old named Timmy. He’s terrified of clowns.” “So you’re dressing as a clown?” “I’m dressing as *his* clown. The one who cancelled. The ‘Giggles’ who called in sick.” “Brilliant. I’ll be the magician.” “You can’t do magic.” “I don’t need to do magic. I just need to misdirect. Watch me. I’ll pull a quarter from Timmy’s ear, and while he’s checking for a hole, you’re already in the gift room.” “The gift room is next to the cake table. There’s a mother there, Molly. A *craft* mother. She’s got a hot glue gun and she’s not afraid to use it.” “I’ve studied the floor plan. The glitter volcano erupts at 3:15. That’s our window. The ensuing chaos will cover the sound of the wrapping paper rustling.” “What about the piñata?” “The piñata is the getaway vehicle.” “You want to stuff the presents into a papier-mâché donkey?” “It’s a *pony*, Bill. And yes. We walk out carrying the pony, full of loot. No one suspects the piñata.” “Except the kids. They’ll want to smash it.” “That’s where your ‘magic’ comes in. You promise them it’s a *magic* piñata that only breaks for the birthday boy. Tomorrow. After we’ve sold the contents.” “You’re a monster, Molly.” “I’m a professional. Now go practice pulling quarters out of thin air.”