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Molly spread the blueprint across the hood of the van, smoothing it with the reverence of a surgeon. "That's a placemat," Bill said. "It's a *schematic*. The bouncy castle is here, the piñata here, and the presents—" she stabbed a ketchup stain, "—here. Gift table. Northeast corner. Guarded." "By who?" "Grandmothers. Three of them. Possibly four." Bill lowered his binoculars. "Molly, they're turning six. That's not a security detail, that's a knitting circle." "That knitting circle has snacks, sightlines, and nothing to do for four hours but watch. Underestimate a grandmother and you'll be wearing a cardigan by sundown." She handed him a paper bag. "Costume." He peered inside. "This is a clown suit." "Correct." "There's no clown at this party." "There is now. You'll do balloon animals while I load the wagon." "I can't do balloon animals." "Do bad balloon animals. Children have no standards, they're basically drunk." Molly checked her watch. "Cake at three. Everyone faces the candles, nobody faces the gifts. That's our window. Eleven seconds." Bill stepped into the polka dots with the dignity of a man surrendering. "And if a kid catches us?" "Then you honk your nose," Molly said, "and I'll start the van."