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“The plan is simple, Bill. We enter disguised as entertainers.” “Clowns?” “Too conspicuous.” “Magicians?” “Too competent.” “Responsible adults?” “Now you’re being ridiculous.” Molly spread a crayon map across the dashboard. “What’s the square?” “Bouncy castle.” “And the circle?” “Cake.” “And the skull?” “Birthday girl’s grandmother.” “Armed?” “Knitting needles. Sharp eyes. Peppermint breath.” “So, heavily armed.” “Exactly. We arrive at two. You juggle. I locate the presents.” “I can’t juggle.” “You throw three oranges and apologize repeatedly.” “My signature act.” “Once I’ve bagged the loot, you release the distraction.” “The rabbit?” “The toddlers.” “How?” “Announce that someone said ‘ice cream.’” “Diabolical.” “Thank you.” “What are we stealing?” “Every present.” “Even the educational ones?” “We have standards, Bill. Especially the educational ones.” “What if they recognize us?” “Wear this dinosaur costume.” “It has no trousers.” “Dinosaurs didn’t wear trousers.” “Dinosaurs didn’t attend suburban birthdays.” “Not with that attitude.” A knock sounded on the van window. “Is that the grandmother?” “Worse.” “Police?” “Birthday girl.” The child held up an invitation. “She says we’re late.” “Smile.” “She says Mum hired us.” “For what?” “Entertainment.” Molly sighed. “Bill, start apologizing.” He grabbed the oranges. “Children, prepare to be underwhelmed.” “And the presents?” “Later.” “Why?” “The grandmother’s knitting us scarves.” “Aw.” “Crime can wait.”