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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the hood of the van, weighing down the corners with a juice box and a half-eaten granola bar. "Okay. The Henderson birthday party. Saturday. Two o'clock." "Two o'clock?" Bill squinted. "That's broad daylight." "It's a children's party, Bill. They don't throw them at midnight." "Still seems risky." Molly tapped the diagram. "The presents go on this table. We come in dressed as the entertainment." "I'm not wearing the clown suit again." "You're wearing the clown suit." Bill crossed his arms. "Last time a kid bit me." "That's because you tried to pickpocket his goodie bag during the magic show." Molly checked her watch. "Look, in and out, ten minutes. Grab the gifts, bolt before cake. Nobody suspects the clown." "What if the kid recognizes me?" "He was four, Bill. He thinks you're a dinosaur now." Bill sighed the sigh of a man defeated by his own résumé. "Fine. But I want the big present. The one shaped like a bike." "Deal," Molly said, rolling up the blueprint. "Now get in the van. We need to rehearse your balloon animals." "Why?" "Because last time you made a giraffe and a child cried." "It was a dog."