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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the sticky diner table. "Okay, Bill. Entry point: the bouncy castle." "The bouncy castle?" "The bouncy castle." "Molly, I'm forty-seven." "Which is why you'll blend in with the dads." "Dads don't go in bouncy castles." "Exhausted dads hiding from their wives do. Trust me." "And then what?" "Then you belly-crawl to the gift table during musical chairs." "Why musical chairs?" "Because every adult in that yard will be watching two six-year-olds fight to the death over a folding chair. It's nature's diversion." "What about the clown?" "What about the clown?" "Molly, I cannot work around a clown. You know this about me." "I know, Bill. I know." "So?" "So I bought a clown costume." "Absolutely not." "You'll be invisible." "I'll be traumatized." "You'll be rich." "How rich can we get? These are presents for a seven-year-old." "One word, Bill. Legos." "Legos?" "Resale market's insane. Retired sets go for thousands." "Thousands?" "Thousands." "And the piñata?" "What about the piñata?" "Can I hit it?" "Focus, Bill." "I just want to hit something shaped like a donkey, Molly. Is that a crime?" "Today? Yes. Many crimes. All of them."