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"So we're really doing this?" Bill asked. "We're really doing this," Molly said. "Stealing presents. From children." "From spoiled children." "How do you know they're spoiled?" "It's a birthday party, Bill. Nobody throws a party for a humble kid." "That's not—okay, what's the plan?" "You dress as the clown. I'm the magician." "Why do you get to be the magician?" "Because I can do card tricks." "I can do card tricks!" "Bill, you dropped the whole deck at Denny's last week." "That was nerves." "Anyway, while you're juggling, I make the presents disappear." "Into what?" "My magic trunk. Big enough for forty gift bags." "Forty? How many kids are coming?" "Twelve." "Twelve kids have forty presents?" "It's the Hendersons. Rich. Overcompensating." "I feel bad already." "Bill." "What? They're children, Molly. Little tiny children with little tiny faces." "Those little tiny faces have iPads worth more than your car." "...How many iPads?" "At least six." "Okay, I'm in. But I'm not wearing the clown nose." "You're wearing the clown nose." "It squeaks!" "That's the point. Distraction." "Fine. But if one kid cries, we abort." "Deal." "And we leave the cake." "...Why would we take the cake?" "I just want the cake, Molly."