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Molly smoothed down her garish polka-dot clown costume as Bill nervously checked the walkie-talkie. “This is a terrible idea, Molly. The security system here is a six-year-old named Timmy who cries if you don’t share.” “Exactly,” she whispered, peering through the chain-link fence at the backyard party. “Timmy is our insider. He’s mad they gave his sister the goodie bag with the glitter slime.” A balloon exploded inside, followed by shrieks of joy. Bill swallowed. “There are thirty presents under that table. What do we do with thirty kids’ toys?” “Fence them to discerning collectors,” Molly said, pulling a giant fake mustache from her pocket. “Or we keep the good ones. I’ve had my eye on that remote-control dinosaur.” “We’re going to jail for a plastic T-Rex?” “Relax. On my signal, you distract the clown— the *real* clown. I’ll handle the presents.” “What’s the signal?” Molly grinned. “When he starts making balloon animals, you start crying. Loudly.”