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Molly spread the blueprint across the sticky diner table, weighing down the corners with ketchup bottles. Bill squinted at it, chewing a pen cap. "It's a bounce house, Bill, not Fort Knox." "Bounce houses have perimeters, Molly. Perimeters have weaknesses." "The weakness is that it's inflatable." Bill tapped the paper solemnly. "And the clown?" "What about the clown?" "Clowns are unpredictable. I once saw a clown palm a quarter faster than I could blink." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "We go in at two-fifteen, right after the piñata. Everyone's distracted hunting candy. You grab the gift table, I grab the goody bags." "What about the parents?" "Sugar-drunk and checking their phones. Trust me." "And if a kid sees us?" "We smile. We wave. We say we're Aunt Rhonda's friends." "Who's Aunt Rhonda?" "Every party has an Aunt Rhonda, Bill." He considered this, nodding slowly. "Fair. What's our exit?" "Minivan. Sliding door. I've practiced the pivot." "And the loot?" "Split sixty-forty. I get the LEGO sets." "Sixty-forty?" Bill sputtered. "Who negotiated that?" "I did. Just now." Molly grinned and stole his coffee. "Welcome to the party, partner."