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Molly spread the blueprints across the hood of their getaway sedan, which was really Bill's mom's Camry. "Okay. The bouncy castle is here. The clown is here. The presents are in the living room, guarded by a piñata and roughly fourteen six-year-olds." "Fourteen?" Bill squeaked. "You said there'd be, like, four." "Kids multiply at birthday parties. It's science." "I don't like this, Molly. Kids have sticky hands and no fear of consequences." "Which is why we go in disguised." She held up two costumes. "You'll be the magician." "I don't know any magic!" "You know how to make presents disappear, don't you?" Bill considered this. "That's actually my one skill." "Exactly. Now, timing is everything. We move when they sing Happy Birthday. Nobody pays attention during the second verse. Nobody even knows the second verse." "There isn't a second verse." "See? Flawless. Cake comes out, candles get lit, little Timmy blows them out, and while everyone's cheering, you stuff that GameStation 5 down your trousers." "And the dollhouse?" "The dollhouse stays, Bill. We have standards. We steal electronics and gift cards, like professionals." "What about the clown?" Molly paused. "The clown is a wild card. Avoid eye contact." "Can I keep the magician hat?" "If we get out alive, Bill, you can keep the hat."