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Molly spread the blueprints across the table, though they were just a napkin with crayon drawings she'd stolen from the party planning center. "Alright Bill, here's the situation. Saturday, 2 PM, the Henderson backyard. Twenty-three kids under ten years old, one clown, and approximately forty-seven wrapped presents." Bill studied the napkin nervously. "Forty-seven? That's a lot of witnesses." "They're children, Bill. Their attention spans are six seconds." "What about the clown?" "He's the weak link. I've been doing reconnaissance for three weeks. Every fifteen minutes he takes a smoke break behind the bounce house." Bill nodded slowly. "Okay, what about security?" "Two parents supervising. Linda's got a glass of wine by 2:15. Dave falls asleep in the lawn chair by 2:30." "So we go in at 2:35?" "Too late. The kids will have torn into everything by 3. We hit it during cake time. Every eye in that yard watches the birthday girl blow out candles." "Beautiful." Bill leaned back. "What's our exit strategy?" "The dog door into the kitchen, through the garage, out the driveway." "There's a dog door?" "There's a Great Dane, Bill. A Great Dane requires a Great Door." Bill smiled. "I love this job."