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Molly spread the crayon map across the van’s dashboard. Bill adjusted his clown wig, which squeaked whenever he looked nervous. “The party starts at three. We enter disguised as entertainers.” “Excellent. I can juggle, provided nobody expects objects to remain airborne.” “You’ll be the magician. I’ll be your glamorous assistant.” “Why am I the assistant?” “Because your wand is a crowbar.” “Fair. What’s the target?” “Every present beneath the unicorn table.” “Even the tiny ones?” “Especially those. Jewelry could be hidden inside.” “Or socks. Children receive surprisingly many socks.” “We’ll need sacks.” “I brought two marked ‘Definitely Not Stolen,’ Bill.” “That’s responsible labeling.” “That’s evidence.” “Fine. I’ll turn them inside out.” “How do we distract the parents?” “Balloon animals.” “Can you make a giraffe?” “I can make a snake. And, if I’m feeling ambitious, a longer snake.” “We need spectacle.” “Release the bouncy castle.” “Release it where?” “Down the hill. While everyone chases it, we collect the presents.” “What about the children? They’ll cry.” “Only until they see the cake.” “We aren’t stealing that.” “Obviously. We’re thieves, not monsters.” “Escape route?” “Through the kitchen, past the jelly, under the bunting, into the van.” “Perfect. One concern.” “Yes?” “I hate clowns.”