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“You’re telling me we have to get past a bouncy castle?” Bill whispered, peering through the hedge. Molly adjusted her fake clown nose. “Not just a bouncy castle. That one has a slide. And face painters.” “Face painters aren’t security,” he hissed. “They’re witnesses. And the magician does balloon animals. Doves get spooked.” She pointed. “See the piñata? It’s a decoy. The real presents are under the table with the juice boxes.” Bill scratched his balaclava. “So what’s the plan? I distract the pony ride, you grab the loot?” “Better. We’re both party entertainers. I do glitter tattoos. You’re the stilt-walker.” “I can’t walk on stilts.” “You don’t need to. You just collapse. Causes a commotion. While everyone rushes to help, I swap the gift bags with these.” She patted an identical sack filled with rocks. Bill stared. “Rocks. You brought rocks to a kid’s party.” “Weighed them myself. One point two kilos of shame, perfectly balanced.” He sighed. “What about the birthday kid?” “She’s three. She’ll cry for thirty seconds, then there’s cake.” Molly grinned. “Ready?” “I’m not ready.” “Great. You lead.”