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Molly crouched behind the hedge, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle inflating across the lawn like a pastel whale giving birth. "The plan is elegant," she whispered. "We pose as clowns." Bill adjusted his wig, which was technically a mop. "I can't juggle." "You won't need to. No one asks clowns to perform. Clowns are feared." They watched a pony arrive, then a balloon artist, then approximately thirty screaming children hopped up on cake. Bill had once cracked a casino vault in Reno, but the sight of a six-year-old in a tiara made his palms sweat. "The presents are on that table," Molly said, pointing. "We create a distraction, load the sack, exit through the sprinkler system." "That's not how sprinklers work." "It is today." A child wandered over and stared at them through the hedge. Molly smiled warmly. The child did not blink. The child simply pointed at Bill and said, loudly, that his hair was a mop. "Go away," Bill hissed. The child screamed. Thirty heads turned. The pony startled and trampled the gift table, crushing a toy firetruck and what appeared to be a very expensive dollhouse. "New plan," Molly said.