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Molly spread the blueprint across the table and tapped it with her fingernail. "Security's tight. Balloon animals at every entrance." Bill squinted. "Are they armed?" "They're clowns, Bill. What do you think?" "I think we're underestimating clowns." He pulled out a tiny notebook. "Okay, what's the target?" "Table four. Near the bathroom. It's a mountain of presents, and nobody's watching it because they're all distracted by the magician." "Kid magician or adult magician?" "Makes a difference?" "Enormous difference. Adults know slight of hand. Kids just shove rabbits into hats and hope." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine. While the magician's doing his thing, we move in. You distract the clown, I grab the bags." "What's my distraction?" "Sing 'Happy Birthday.' Loudly. Off key." Bill stood up with dramatic confidence. "That I can do. I once brought a karaoke machine to a funeral." "Exactly why you're perfect for this." Molly rolled up the blueprint. "We go at two. After cake, before the piñata. Everyone goes feral during the piñata." "So we just walk out carrying two dozen wrapped boxes past forty screaming children?" "Now you're getting it." Bill cracked his knuckles. "This is the worst plan we've ever had." "And we once stole a canoe."