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"So how do we get in?" Bill asked. "We dress as clowns," Molly said. "Clowns? I hate clowns." "Everybody hates clowns. That's why nobody looks at them too closely." "And the presents?" "Big sack. Clowns always carry big sacks." "That's Santa." "Santa, clowns, same energy. Nobody questions a man with a sack." "What about the parents?" "Distracted. Cake, juice boxes, forty screaming children. We're invisible." "And if a kid recognizes us?" "From where, Bill? Do you frequent children's parties?" "I have a nephew." "Will your nephew be there?" "...No." "Then we're fine." "What if they want balloon animals?" "Then you make a balloon animal." "I can't make balloon animals!" "Make a snake. A snake is just one balloon." "That's lazy." "It's a children's party, not the Louvre. Lower your standards." "And the getaway?" "Ice cream truck. Parked out front. Nobody suspects an ice cream truck." "We don't have an ice cream truck." "We will by Saturday." "You're stealing an ice cream truck to steal birthday presents?" "It's called commitment, Bill." "This is the dumbest plan you've ever had." "Worse than the aquarium?" "...The aquarium was pretty bad." "So we're agreed. Clowns, sacks, ice cream truck." "Fine. But I'm not making balloon animals." "Make the snake." "Fine. One snake."