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Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the dashboard. "Okay. Party starts at two. Clown arrives at two-fifteen. We go in at two-twenty." "Why two-twenty?" Bill asked. "Because that's when the clown does the balloon animals, and every adult in that house will be filming him on their phones." "You're a genius." "I'm aware. Now, disguises. You're the magician's assistant." "I'm not wearing a leotard." "You're wearing the leotard, Bill. It's the only thing that says 'children's entertainer' and not 'man who collects debt.'" "What if a kid asks me to do a trick?" "Pull a quarter from behind their ear." "I don't know how to do that." "Then learn! We have three days! What can you do?" "I can juggle." "Since when?" "Prison." "Of course. Fine, you juggle, I grab the presents, we stuff them in the piñata, and we walk out carrying the piñata like it's ours." "Isn't that suspicious? Two grown adults leaving a party with a donkey full of gifts?" "Bill, it's a party for a six-year-old. By three o'clock, every parent there will be too exhausted to care what we take." "What about the cake?" "We're stealing presents, not cake." "Seems like a waste." "Focus, Bill." "Sorry. Do I get a wand?" "Yes, Bill. You get a wand."