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Molly peered over the hedge at the bouncing castle. “Bill, you absolute walnut, we’re not nicking the cake. The presents. All of them. In and out before the little monsters finish ‘Happy Birthday.’” Bill adjusted his comically small party hat. “Molly, love, I still say we should’ve gone with the clown disguise. Nobody suspects a man in an orange wig holding a seltzer bottle.” “We’re not clowns, we’re professionals. You’re the ‘fun uncle’ with the van. I’m the glamorous aunt who spikes the punch with laxative. Timing is everything.” “Relaxative punch? That’s evil.” “Efficient. Ten minutes later it’s just us and a mountain of wrapped joy. Now, the piñata is the decoy. While they’re beating the living daylights out of it, we load the booty.” Bill scratched his chin. “What if someone wants their present back?” “Then you do the thing with the tears. You’re very good at fake crying.” “I prefer the fake fainting. More theatrical.” “Fine. Fake faint, I’ll scream ‘He’s having a turn!’ and we scarper with the haul. Any questions?” “Yeah. Do we keep the giant teddy or flog it on eBay?” Molly grinned. “We keep the teddy. He’s called Mr. Snuggles now. He’s our getaway driver.”