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Molly slid the blueprint across the table, which was actually a napkin with a crayon drawing of a bouncy castle. "This is not a blueprint, Bill." "It's Timmy's blueprint. I paid his sister four dollars for it." "You bribed a six-year-old." "She drives a hard bargain." Molly rubbed her temples. "Fine. Walk me through it." "We go in dressed as the clowns." "There's already a clown booked." "We go in as *extra* clowns. Nobody questions extra clowns, Molly. That's basic party logistics." "And when the real clown shows up?" "Two clowns, one bouncy castle. It's a mystery. Kids love mysteries." Molly stared at him. "We are stealing birthday presents from a seven-year-old." "Eight-year-old. Read the invitation." "That makes it worse, Bill." "Does it? Does it really?" She groaned, snatching the crayon map. "The presents are on a table by the cake, guarded by—according to this napkin—a dog named Sprinkles." "Sprinkles is a menace. Timmy's sister says he bites." "Then what's the plan for Sprinkles?" "Bacon." "That's not a plan, that's a snack." "It's both, Molly. It's both."