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Molly crouched behind the garden hedge, binoculars fixed on the bouncy castle. "Bill, pass me the clown wig." "Why do you get the red one? I look better in red." "You look like a collapsed soufflé in everything. Just hand it over." Bill rummaged through the duffel bag. "Remind me why we're robbing a six-year-old?" "Because that six-year-old's grandmother collects first-edition comics, and one of them is wrapped in dinosaur paper by the gift table." "A comic book. We're doing crimes at a birthday party for a comic book." "A comic book worth forty grand, yes." "Fine." Bill pulled on the polka-dot trousers. "But I'm not making balloon animals." "You'll make balloon animals and you'll like it. That's our cover." "Our cover is humiliating." "Crime is humiliating, Bill. That's the job." Molly checked her watch. "Cake's at three. Presents get opened at three-thirty. We swap the comic during the chaos." "And if a kid catches us?" "You do the sad clown face. Nobody suspects the sad clown." "Nobody respects the sad clown either." "Get in the van." "You're a terrible boss." "Get in the van, Bill."