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Bill leaned against the van, arms crossed. "So let me get this straight. We're robbing a six-year-old's birthday party." "Not just any birthday party, Bill. Timmy Fenwick's birthday party. His dad's the guy who owes Sal forty grand." "So we're stealing a kid's presents to settle his old man's debt." "When you say it like that it sounds bad." "It IS bad, Molly." "It's poetic justice." "It's felony theft from a child." "Look, are you in or not? The bounce house is at three, present-opening's at four-thirty, and by five those gifts are getting split up among forty screaming children who won't even remember what they got." Bill sighed. "Fine. What's the plan?" "You dress as the clown." "Absolutely not." "You're the only one who fits the costume, Bill." "I fit the costume because I'm five foot six, not because I asked for this." "The clown does balloon animals near the gift table. I come in as catering, we grab the loot during the piñata chaos, out the back before cake." "And if some kid notices?" "They're six, Bill. Tell them the presents went to Narnia." "That's your actual plan?" "You got a better one?" Bill groaned, grabbing the rainbow wig off the dashboard. "I hate you." "Love you too. Now go be funny."