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Molly spread the crayon map across the van’s dashboard. Outside, balloons bobbed above the community hall like colorful surveillance devices. Bill adjusted his clown nose and frowned. “Remind me why I’m the clown?” “Because you already own the trousers.” “They’re tactical trousers.” “They have purple spots and bells.” “The bells improve awareness.” “They announce your knees.” Bill peered through binoculars. A dozen sugar-powered children stampeded past the windows, pursued by one exhausted magician. “Security looks fierce.” “Those are six-year-olds.” “One has a wooden sword.” “Our objective is the present table. We enter, mingle, load the gifts, and escape through the kitchen.” “What’s our cover story?” “You’re Bongo. I’m your assistant.” “Bongo demands artistic respect.” “Bongo once got trapped in a revolving door.” The hall doors burst open. A tiny pirate pointed directly at the van. Molly ducked. Bill waved. “Why did you wave?” “Public relations.” “They’ve spotted us.” “Perhaps they think we’re entertainment.” “We are entertainment, Bill.” “That hurts.” Molly started the engine as children surrounded them, chanting for balloon animals. Their perfect heist dissolved beneath grubby fingerprints and deafening cheers. “Abort?” “Absolutely.” “Can Bongo keep the cake?” “Bongo can drive.” “I can’t drive in these shoes.” “Then start making giraffes.” Bill sighed and reached for balloons. Outside, the presents remained safe.