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The crinkled invitation list lay between them on the sticky kitchen table. Bill traced the words ‘Madison’s 5th Unicorn-a-Palooza’ with a greasy finger. “Right. So we hit the bouncy castle, grab the loot, and vanish before they start the pass-the-parcel.” Molly was already peeling the foil off a chocolate coin. “The bouncy castle is a death trap, Bill. I’ve seen the kids in there. They’re like rabid squirrels. We go through the pet door. We’re professionals, not amateurs.” “We’re amateurs with a getaway van that looks like a giant ice cream cone, Molly.” She popped the chocolate in her mouth. “Exactly. We need subtlety. We’ll pose as a pair of very lost, very friendly clowns. I do balloon animals. You just stand there looking confused and slightly gassy. While they’re distracted, we swipe the gift table.” Bill stared at her, his mouth a thin, unhappy line. “You’re going to wear the big shoes.”