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"Okay," Bill said, "walk me through this again." "We go in dressed as clowns," Molly said. "We already established the clowns are a problem." "Why is it a problem?" "Because children *scream* at clowns, Molly. It's a documented phenomenon." "Not at *funny* clowns." "Are you funny?" "I'm hilarious." "You once made a toddler cry by doing a magic trick." "That coin was supposed to disappear!" "It disappeared into his eye socket!" "Minor miscalculation." "So no clowns." "Fine. Balloon animal guy." "Same problem, different hat." "Bill, what's your genius plan then?" "We pose as the caterers. Sneak in, grab the presents, sneak out." "With what food?" "...Cupcakes?" "From where?" "The grocery store." "They're gonna know we didn't make cupcakes for forty kids in a Honda Civic." "They will be *distracted* by how good the cupcakes are." "Bill." "What." "There's a bouncy castle." "So?" "So we could just bounce in as party guests, nobody questions bouncing." "We're thirty-seven years old." "I have a youthful face." "You have a mustache." "It's ironic." "Nothing about grand larceny is ironic, Molly." "Fine! Clowns, cupcakes, or bouncing—pick one before the piñata starts." "...Bouncing. But I'm not wearing a bib."