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See the bounce castle? Bill whispered, adjusting his fake mustache. The inflatable one? Molly asked. Distraction. I'll collapse it from the inside. Just walk in, grab the gift tote, Molly said. Baker's rack by the patio door. There's a magician on site. He'll be doing balloon animals. What's your point? Three diversions, Bill counted on his fingers. Magician loss of face, crying children, and a mysteriously felled clown castle. You hate clowns. Professional courtesy. I leave no witnesses. We're stealing presents from five-year-olds, Molly reminded him. A child's tears fuel my pension. I've mapped the route. We go in through the garden shed, mask the package scanner with a bubble machine. Or, hear me out—you're the magician. You say, I'll make your gifts disappear. Bill considered this. I'd need a top hat. Stick to the plan. We bounce at 3:45, just as Pin the Tail begins. Fine. But I'm keeping the bubble machine. Ten minutes later, they were tackling a piñata, the gift tote forgotten. This toothpaste is terrible, Molly said. Prizes? It's all bulk-bin erasers, Bill muttered. They snatched a single bag of party-favor chocolates and fled.