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Atop the bakery’s delivery van, Molly spread a crayon map across Bill’s knees. Pink frosting smeared the fire exits, while a jellybean marked the community hall’s gift pile. Inside, twenty sugar crazed children shrieked around a cardboard castle. Molly tapped her watch. “The clown leaves at three; then we enter disguised, smiling.” Bill inspected the rearview mirror, where his moustache curled like two frightened caterpillars. “I refuse to wear face paint after the bank fiasco.” Molly replaced the red nose with a velvet cape. “Fine, you can be a magician with extremely suspicious pockets.” Bill peered through binoculars at the balloon artist. “And you will distract everyone by accidentally producing a ferret.” Molly’s stare hardened. “The ferret retired, Bill. Glitter trauma. We discussed this yesterday.” Bill sighed, adjusting his top hat. “Use balloons, then. Children trust anyone carrying an inflated giraffe.” Molly rolled the map. “Our target is every present. Grab, bow, and vanish quickly.” A thunderous cheer rattled the van. “What if they ask us to sing Happy Birthday first?” Molly grinned. “Sing badly. They’ll evacuate, leaving cake and loot behind immediately.” Bill considered this, then pocketed the jellybean. “Molly, sometimes your criminal genius is genuinely terrible parenting advice.”