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Molly adjusted her striped burglar mask and studied the crumpled map on the dashboard. "Clown arrives at three. Parents distracted by gift opening until three-thirty. Bouncy castle deflates at three-fifteen. Bagel the dog is twelve and sleeps constantly." Bill munched a cheese puff, crumbs tumbling down his shirt. "So we waltz in, grab everything, and waltz out like proper gentlemen?" "Think bigger, Bill. We need a distraction. Something ridiculous." "I could cry." "You always cry. It's embarrassing." "Fair point." He scratched his chin. "What if I dress as a very tall child? Nobody suspects a tall child." Molly winced. "I'll take the presents. You handle the cake. We split the haul at the van. Toe to toe." "Toe to toe, idiot." Bill raised his pinky. "What could possibly go wrong?" "Everything, Bill. Everything could go wrong." They fist-bumped, pinky-swore, then fist-bumped again.