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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the hood of Bill's rusted sedan. "The Hendersons' kid turns six on Saturday. Bounce house, clown, and a mountain of presents." Bill squinted at the diagram. "A clown?" "Focus, Bill." "I'm focused. I'm just saying, clowns are unpredictable." "They're not unpredictable. They juggle." "Exactly. Unpredictable hands." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "We go in through the back fence during musical chairs. Twenty kids facing one way means nobody watching the gift table." "And the parents?" "Lemonade. I put a little something in the lemonade." "Molly, we agreed, no more little somethings." "It's sleepy juice, Bill. Mild." "That's what you said about the church bingo night." "The bingo night was a success." "Father O'Malley slept through Easter." Molly rolled the blueprint back up. "Fine. No sleepy juice. We rely on the bounce house." Bill considered this. "Kids can't hear anything inside a bounce house. It's like a rubber vault." "Exactly my thinking." "One condition. If the clown has a horn, I'm out." "The horn stays silent, I promise." "You can't promise that. Nobody can promise that." "Then bring earplugs, you coward."