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Bill leaned against the van, arms crossed. "So we're really doing this. Robbing a six-year-old's birthday party." "Not robbing," Molly said, checking her watch. "Liberating. Those presents don't even know how good they've got it yet." "That's not better, Molly." "It's marketing. Now, you got the clown costume?" "I look ridiculous." "You look like Bobo the Magnificent, which is exactly what the invitation says is coming. Nobody questions a clown, Bill. That's rule one of heist work." "Rule one is 'don't get caught.'" "That's rule two. Focus. When we get in there, I distract the parents with the balloon animal bit—" "You can't make balloon animals." "I can make a sword. That's basically a balloon animal." "It's a stick." "It's abstract art, Bill. Anyway, while I'm doing that, you grab the present table and load it into the diaper bag." "The diaper bag holds, what, four gifts?" "It's magic. Deep pockets. Very deep pockets." "Is it stolen too?" "Everything's stolen, Bill, that's the job. Now put on the nose." Bill groaned, squeezing the red foam onto his face. "If we get arrested by a room full of six-year-olds—" "They won't even see us coming," Molly said, grinning. "Nobody suspects the clown."