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"So we're really doing this?" Bill asked. "We're really doing this," Molly said. "Robbing a six-year-old." "Robbing a *birthday party*. There's a difference." "What's the difference?" "Volume," Molly said. "One kid, sure, that's sad. But thirty kids? Each bringing a wrapped gift? That's inventory." "And the cake?" "We're not stealing the cake, Bill." "I might steal a slice." "That's not professional." "Neither is robbing a clown." "There's a clown?" "There's always a clown," Bill said. "Name's Giggles. He's connected." "Connected to what?" "Other clowns. It's a whole network." "You're afraid of a clown." "I'm cautious around a clown." "Okay," Molly sighed. "Here's the plan. You go in dressed as a magician—" "Why do I have to be the magician?" "Because magicians carry big empty bags, Bill. It's the perfect cover." "Then what?" "You do a few tricks, distract the parents, and I sweep the gift table." "What if they want a real magic show?" "Then pull a rabbit out of a hat." "I don't have a rabbit." "Pull out *something*." "I'll pull out a present," Bill said. "Then I'll make it disappear." Molly smiled. "Now *that's* professional." "What about Giggles?" "We'll deal with Giggles."