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"So we're agreed," Molly said. "In through the bounce house, out through the balloon arch." "I still think the clown costume is overkill," Bill said. "Bill. It's a *children's party*. You need the clown costume." "I feel ridiculous." "You look ridiculous. That's the point. Nobody suspects a ridiculous man." "Fine. What's the signal when the presents are secured?" "Two honks of the nose." "Two honks." "Two honks, Bill. Don't overthink it." "What if there's cake? Do I eat the cake? Is that suspicious, a clown not eating cake?" "Eat the cake. Blend in. Just don't get frosting on the loot bag." "There's a loot bag now?" "I sewed it myself. It says 'Happy Birthday' on it." "That's either brilliant or the worst idea you've ever had." "It's both, Bill. It's always both." "What about the parents?" "Distraction. You do balloon animals, badly, while I grab the gifts from the table." "How badly?" "Bill-level badly. Which, conveniently, is very badly." "I resent that." "Resent it after we've got forty presents in a stolen wagon." "...Fine. Two honks." "Two honks." "I really hate the shoes." "Everyone hates the shoes."