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Molly crouched behind a cardboard cutout of a smiling giraffe, studying the venue. "This is either the worst plan we've ever had," she whispered, "or the best." Bill adjusted his oversized party hat. "Keep your voice down. There's a piñata made of gold foil in there." "It's a piñata, Bill. It's got candy in it." "Exactly." He unrolled a blueprint that was clearly just a coloring book page. "I've mapped every exit. The bouncy castle, the napkin table, and the suspicious clown who hasn't blinked in nine minutes." Molly peeked around the corner. "Twenty kids. Three parents. One magician who is definitely on his last commission." Bill pulled a comically small pair of binoculars from his pocket. "We go in disguised as entertainment." "We are entertainment, Bill. We're the worst kind." "Stick to the plan." He struck a heroic pose. "I'll charm the children. You grab the loot." "I'm not a villain in a movie montage, Bill. I'm not doing a wind machine entrance." "Suit yourself." He handed her a party whistle. "Blow this when I say 'presents.'" Molly sighed. "This is how we end up on the news." Bill grinned. "This is how we end up on the news looking fabulous."