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Molly adjusted her polka dot wig, checking her reflection in Bill's bumper. "This wig looks ridiculous." Bill polished his knuckles against his vest. "It's the perfect disguise. Who'd suspect a clown and a dog-walker casing a children's birthday party?" "One, this isn't a costume party. Two, you have a bat in your hand," Molly whispered, elbowing him. "There could be rats in the yard," Bill retorted, straightening up. "Look, it's simple. You go in, distract the kids with some magic trick you saw online, and I slip in through the basement window. In and out in fifteen minutes." Molly crossed her arms. "The online video said I needed a rabbit." "We don't have a rabbit, Molly. We have a boatload of theater kids who think you're a birthday magician." "The boatload is what's worrying me." She peeked around the bush. "This is why I don't do jobs on Sundays. Corporations have security. Parties have unleashed children." Bill swung the bat. "Exactly. Their guard is down. All I need is one mistake and I'm through. We'll have that ropes course and bouncy castle before their parents finish the second bottle of Gewürztraminer." Molly took a deep breath. "Just don't get caught in the clothing bin again." "The clothing bin was one time," Bill muttered, checking his watch. "Police scanner's clear. We good to go?" Molly sighed, tugging her wig tighter. "For rape, I suppose. Let's do this before someone spots your ridiculous outfit."