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Molly spread the crayon map across the dashboard. “Right, Bill. At fourteen hundred hours, the clown arrives.” “Armed?” “With balloon animals.” “Savage.” “The parents gather in the kitchen. The children begin musical chairs. That’s our window.” “We climb through it?” “No, Bill, our opportunity window.” “Good. I hate climbing. These trousers are tactical corduroy.” “You’ll enter disguised as a magician.” “I only know one trick.” “The disappearing sausage?” “It’s less impressive since the dog learned where I hide it.” “Focus. I’ll pose as the princess entertainer.” “You’ve got the beard for it.” “I’ll shave.” “You said that before Aunt Maureen’s wedding.” “That beard got us free cake.” “And a restraining order.” “The presents are stacked beside the bouncy castle. We wheel them out in the giant rabbit costume.” “Who wears the rabbit?” “You.” “I wore the goose last time.” “And you were magnificent.” “I got kicked by a toddler.” “You hissed at him.” “I was in character.” A horn honked outside. Both thieves froze. “What was that?” “The birthday clown.” “He’s early.” “Abort?” “Never. Initiate Plan B.” “What’s Plan B?” “We attend politely, eat jelly, and steal nothing.” “That’s not a heist.” “Bill, there’s a party bag for every guest.” “You criminal genius.” They adjusted their paper crowns and rang the bell.