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The helium tank hissed like a punctured snake as Molly tightened the valve. “Bill, this is the worst idea you’ve had since trying to pickpocket a mime.” Bill, currently wrestling a giant pink bunny suit over his suit, grunted. “That mime had a wallet. I saw it.” “He mimed a wallet. It was a prop for his invisible dog.” “Stop living in the past. Focus. The target is the ‘Birthday Fortress of Fun’. Inside: thirteen screaming children, one overworked clown, and approximately forty-seven presents.” Molly pointed her glue gun at a schedule pinned to the wall. “We hit them during the ‘Pin the Tail on the Donkey’ chaos. You, as Bunny, distract the parents. I’ll swap the good presents with these.” She hefted a bag of bricks wrapped in the same wrapping paper. “Flat-screen tablet becomes a paperweight from Home Depot.” “What about the clown?” Bill asked, adjusting his flopping ears. “I bribed him with a two-liter of soda. He’s taking a ‘magical smoke break’ in twenty minutes.” Bill nodded, a look of grim reverence on his face. “Molly, you’re a criminal genius.” “I know,” she said, popping a party blower. “Now, for God’s sake, try not to sneeze. Bunny allergies are a dead giveaway.”