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Molly flattened herself against the brick wall, checking her watch in the October wind. "Party starts at noon." Bill adjusted his black turtleneck, wincing at synthetic itch. "Good. Kids scream loudest right before cake." "Exactly. We'll slip in during the piñata massacre." Bill pulled a crumpled napkin map from his pocket. "How many gifts?" "Forty-seven." She grinned, tapping her coat. "Plastic garbage parents overpaid for." "We need the wheeled duffel." "Van's loaded." Molly peered through the bakery window across the street. "There's a clown. Actual red nose." "Perfect camouflage. Nobody suspects clowns." "I'm not dressing like one, Bill." "Fine. I'll wear the wig. You be sad assistant with empty hat." She rolled her eyes hard. "I'm the brains." "And I have lock picks hidden in size-sixteen shoes." He wiggled his feet. "Classic misdirection." Molly sighed, pulling on leather gloves. "At least wear the red nose. Hides that weak chin." "Rude." He traced the map with a greasy finger. "Service entrance near the bouncy castle. Any guard dog?" "Golden retriever named Sprinkles. Eats shoes." "Even my expensive ones?" "If you brought bacon." She patted her pocket. "Three pounds." He pocketed the map and grinned. "Now that's planning."