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"So we're really doing this?" Bill whispered. "We're doing this," Molly said. "Stealing presents from children." "From one child. Tristan. He's turning seven." "That's worse, somehow." "He's a horrible little boy, Bill. Bit my ankle at the supermarket last week." "And our plan is?" "You dress as the clown. I distract the parents with cake-related questions." "Why am I the clown?" "Because you have the face for it." "That's hurtful." "I packed you a wig." "What kind of wig?" "Rainbow. Very festive." "And the presents?" "You stuff them into the balloon bag while juggling." "I can't juggle." "Then learn, Bill. We've got nine minutes." "Nine minutes until what?" "Until the piñata. Everyone closes their eyes for the piñata. That's our window." "Why would they close their eyes?" "Safety. There's a bat involved." "This is insane." "This is genius. Now put on the nose." "It squeaks." "It's supposed to squeak." "Molly, there's a child watching us through the window." "Smile, Bill." "He's pointing at us." "Wave, Bill." "He's telling his mother." "Run, Bill." "What about the presents?" "Forget the presents! Grab the cake!" "Why the cake?" "Because I'm hungry and we've failed! Move!"