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Molly crouched behind the hedge, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle. Bill was eating cake crumbs out of his own pocket. "Stop snacking," she hissed. "We have a job." "It's stress eating. There are forty children in there, Molly. Forty. That's an army with juice boxes." "The presents are in the living room. In and out. Simple." "Nothing with children is simple. Last week a toddler bit me at the park. Unprovoked." "You took his balloon." "It was a nice balloon." Molly pulled out a clown costume. "Put this on. You'll blend in." "I have a philosophy degree." "And now you have a nose that honks. Life's funny." Bill sighed and stepped into the oversized shoes. "What's my cover story?" "You're Bubbles the Clown. You do balloon animals." "I can't make balloon animals." "Then make balloon blobs and call them modern art. Kids don't know anything." "What about you?" Molly strapped on a fairy princess backpack. "I'm the entertainment coordinator. While you distract them, I load the gifts into the van." "What if they ask me to do a trick?" "Fall over. Children love that." "That's your plan? Fall over?" "It's foolproof. Nobody suspects a man who's already on the ground." Bill honked his nose miserably. "I regret everything." "Great. Stay in character."