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Molly adjusted the clown nose on her balaclava, peering through the van’s binoculars at the suburban castle of bounce houses. “Okay, the schedule says the magician starts at two thirty. That’s our window.” Bill scratched his fake beard, frowning. “But what about the clown? He’s making balloon animals right next to the present table.” “I’ve got a diversion,” Molly said, hefting a bright orange Super Soaker from the floor. “Fill this with chocolate milk. Kids go nuts for it.” Bill stared. “That’s not a diversion. That’s a crime scene. We’ll be mauled by a pack of sticky toddlers.” “Exactly!” Molly grinned. “Chaos. While they’re slipping in the mess, we grab the loot.” “The loot,” Bill repeated flatly, “is a pile of Lego sets and a scooter with tassels.” “Loot is loot,” Molly said, checking her watch. “The magician is starting his dove act. Move.” Bill sighed, grabbing his bag of empty wrapping paper. “Fine. But if a kid asks for an autograph, I’m leaving you to sign it.” Molly slid the van door open. “Focus. Two minutes. In, out, then we hit the petting zoo after.” “What’s at the petting zoo?” Bill asked, clambering out into the sunny lawn. “A llama. Its name is Sparkles. And it’s wearing a birthday hat.” Bill paused. “We’re stealing a llama.” “We’re stealing a llama’s hat,” Molly corrected. “Get your priorities straight.”