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Molly leaned against the van, tapping the blueprint of the Hendersons' backyard like it was a bank vault schematic. "So the presents are on the gift table," she said, "guarded by a bouncy castle." Bill snorted. "A bouncy castle isn't security, Molly." "It's a perimeter, Bill. Kids bounce, adults watch kids bounce, nobody watches the table." "You want us to dress as clowns." "I want us to *be* clowns. There's a difference. Method acting." Bill crossed his arms. "Last time you said 'method acting,' we ended up actually delivering a singing telegram." "That job paid, didn't it?" "We got tipped in Monopoly money!" Molly ignored him, unrolling a second sheet. "Cake cutting at three. That's our window. Everyone's distracted by frosting, we grab the loot, we're gone before 'Happy Birthday' finishes the second verse." "And if some kid notices two grown adults stuffing Legos into a duffel bag?" "We tell them we're from Amazon. Returns department." Bill stared at her. "That's not a real department." "It is now." He sighed, already reaching for the clown wig. "Why do I let you plan these things?" Molly grinned, tossing him a red nose. "Because I'm the only one who thinks big enough to rob a six-year-old."