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The backyard was alive with the shrieks of children. In the bushes, Molly adjusted her binoculars. “Confirmed. The cake is a three-tier monstrosity. Presents are in a wicker basket by the back door.” “Brilliant,” Bill whispered. “We hit during ‘Pin the Tail on the Donkey’. Maximum distraction.” “Your job is the basket. Don’t trip over the bouncy castle.” “Have I ever tripped?” “Baltimore. The marble floor. The entire collection of rare coins went—” “—gloriously everywhere, yes. But I was wearing inappropriate footwear. Tonight: tactical sneakers.” “Fine. My job?” “You create a diversion.” “Why am I always the diversion?” “Because you have a louder voice. And the clown wig.” “I hate the clown wig. It smells like fear and popcorn.” “Put it on. When you see me grab the basket, you yell ‘Fire in the hole!’” “That’s not a child-friendly phrase, Bill.” “Yell ‘The dragon escaped!’ then. More thematic.” “What dragon?” “The one on the bouncy castle. Just look determined and run. We rendezvous behind the azaleas.” “With the loot?” “With enough presents to build our own dream house. Mostly Lego, I suspect.”