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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the hood of the van. "Okay, Bill. The bouncy castle is here. The piñata, here. And the mountain of presents—" "Right there by the clown." "Don't say 'clown' like that." "Like what?" "Like he personally wronged you." "He did, Molly. 1987. Cincinnati. I don't wanna talk about it." "Focus. Birthday girl turns seven at two o'clock. Cake at two-thirty. That's our window." "Why the cake?" "Sugar coma. Parents distracted. Kids sticky. It's tactical frosting, Bill." "Genius." "You'll go in as Mr. Jingles the Balloon Guy." "Absolutely not." "Bill." "I said I'd do magic, Molly. Magic." "Fine. Mr. Jingles the Magician." "Thank you." "Meanwhile I'm in the kitchen posing as the caterer. Mini quiches, misdirection, grab the goods." "What about the dog?" "What dog?" "There's always a dog, Molly. Yappy little thing. Ankles. History has taught us." "I brought bacon." "You're incredible." "I know." "One question." "Shoot." "We're stealing from a seven-year-old." "Yes." "That's, uh... morally—" "She's getting a pony, Bill. A pony. Life's already uneven." "Say no more. Hand me the top hat."