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Molly leaned against the van, tapping the folded party invitation against her palm. "Okay, so the intel says presents go on the table by three. We hit it by three-fifteen." Bill was busy stuffing his enormous frame into a clown costume, wig askew. "Why am I the clown again?" "Because clowns are trusted. Nobody suspects a clown." "Everybody suspects a clown, Molly. That's literally the whole thing with clowns." "Fine, be suspicious then. Just be a distraction." Bill tugged at the red nose. "And what's your job, exactly, while I'm out there juggling balloon animals for eight-year-olds?" "I slip in through the side door, grab the loot, slip out. Clean. Simple." "Nothing about stealing birthday presents from children is simple, Molly. There's a moral dimension here." "The moral dimension is that rich people buy their kids too many toys. We're basically doing charity work." "For who?" "For us, Bill. Obviously for us." He sighed, adjusting his wig one more time. "If anyone asks, I make balloon swords, not balloon money." "Nobody's gonna ask. You'll be great. Very clowny." "I hate this plan." "You hate all my plans." "Because they're all terrible plans." Molly grinned, checking her watch. "Terrible plans work. Let's go steal some birthdays."