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Molly spread the blueprints across the hood of the getaway minivan. "The Henderson birthday party. Saturday, two o'clock. Forty presents, minimum." "Forty?" Bill squinted at the diagram. "What's the security situation?" "One clown, possibly two. A bouncy castle with structural integrity issues. And a piñata we can use as a distraction." "I don't like clowns, Molly." "Nobody likes clowns, Bill. That's why they're perfect cover. You go in dressed as one, nobody makes eye contact with you." "What about the cake? Do we take the cake?" "We are not animals. We leave the cake." "But it's chocolate." "Bill. Focus. The presents get loaded into the bouncy castle, we deflate it, roll it out like a burrito, and we're gone before musical chairs ends." "And the kids? Won't they scream?" "That's what the puppet show is for. You do the puppet show." "I thought I was the clown!" "You're a clown who does puppet shows. Range, Bill. That's what separates us from amateurs." Bill sighed, pulling a red nose from his pocket. "One of these days we'll rob a bank like normal criminals." "Banks don't have goodie bags, Bill. Think of the margins."