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"So we're really doing this?" Bill asked. "We're really doing this," Molly said. "Stealing presents from children." "Stealing presents from one child. Focus, Bill." "It feels wrong." "It felt wrong when you ate my sandwich last Tuesday, but you survived." "That was different. That was a sandwich." "And this is a PlayStation, three drones, and a gift card to somewhere expensive. Priorities." "What's the plan?" "You dress as the clown." "Absolutely not." "You dress as the clown," Molly repeated, "and distract the kids while I load the loot into the van." "Why am I always the clown?" "Because you have the face for it." "That's hurtful." "It's strategic. Now, the cake comes out at three. That's our window." "What if they cry?" "Children always cry. It's their natural state." "What if the parents notice?" "The parents will be drunk by two-thirty. Trust me, I scouted the invitation." "You scouted the invitation?" "I'm thorough." "Molly, we're stealing from a seven-year-old." "He's turning eight, actually." "That's worse!" "That's irrelevant. Are you in or out?" Bill sighed heavily. "I'm in. But I'm not honking the nose." "You'll honk the nose." "I won't." "You'll honk the nose, Bill." "...I'll honk the nose."