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Molly spread the blueprints across the table, though they were just crayon drawings of a house she'd borrowed from the fridge. Bill leaned in, squinting at what appeared to be a very large dog, or possibly a horse. "The birthday party starts at two," Molly whispered. "There'll be thirty kids, two bouncy castles, and a clown." "A clown?" Bill's face went white. "I hate clowns, Molly. You know that." "Focus, Bill. The presents will be stacked in the living room by three o'clock. That's our window." "What about the parents?" "Champagne brain. By three, they'll be too busy arguing about whose turn it is to supervise the pinata." Bill nodded slowly. "So what's the entry plan?" Molly pulled out a sheet of paper covered in what looked like military strategy. "We go in through the back gate disguised as caterers. I've got the outfits." "We don't know how to cater, Molly." "We know how to carry boxes, Bill. That's close enough." "What about the dog?" "What dog?" "The big horse thing on the blueprints." Molly squinted. "That's a unicorn napkin holder. You really need glasses." Bill sighed. "And the exit strategy?" "We walk out carrying boxes labeled cake. Nobody questions cake, Bill. Nobody." "Brilliant."