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"So what are we looking at, Bill?" "Twelve kids, ages five to seven. One clown. Thirty-two presents." "Thirty-two?" "Mrs. Henderson goes overboard every year." "Weapons?" "Gummyswords and water pistols." "What about the clown?" "Terrified of him. Big makeup. Big shoes." "We go during the cake," Molly said, tapping the blueprint spread across the table. "The cake?" "Every kid sits down. Clown does his thing. That's our window." "How long?" "Seven minutes, tops." "What about the dog?" "There's no dog, Bill. Read the intel." "That's the Hendersons' house. Every Henderson has a dog." "Fine. We bring sausage. Dog gets sausage. We get presents." "Beautiful. What's the exit strategy?" "Through the back door, into the van." "What if the van gets blocked?" "Then we carry the presents through Mrs. Patterson's yard like we're bringing donations to charity." "That's... actually genius." "I know." "What's our cut?" "Seventy-thirty. I planned everything." "Sixty-forty. I'm the muscle." "You weigh a hundred and forty pounds, Bill." "Dense muscle." "We'll discuss percentages in the van. Now get the sausage." "Regular or smoked?" "Do I look like a millionaire?" "Regular it is."