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Molly unfolded the blueprints across the hood of their rusty van, smoothing the wrinkled paper with both hands. "The bouncy castle is our blind spot," she said, tapping the diagram. "Nobody watches the perimeter when there's a bouncy castle." Bill squinted at the crayon-drawn map. "Did you steal these from a six-year-old?" "Borrowed them. From a six-year-old." He sighed, adjusting his clown costume. "Remind me why I'm dressed like this?" "Because clowns are invisible at parties," Molly explained. "You'll blend right in while I distract the parents with my magic act." "You don't know magic." "I know enough to make presents disappear." She grinned, sliding into her sequined cape. "That's all the magic we need, Bill." "And if the kids notice their gifts vanishing?" "Children have terrible memories. By cake time, they won't remember a thing." Bill honked his red nose nervously. "I've got a bad feeling about this." "You said that about the bank job." "We got arrested during the bank job!" Molly waved him off, gathering her props. "Minor setback. This time it's foolproof. Who suspects a magician and a clown?" "Everyone, Molly. Literally everyone suspects clowns." She paused, considering this. "Fair point. Grab the balloons anyway."