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"Okay, walk me through it again," Bill said. "There's a birthday party Saturday. Ponies, bouncy castle, the works. Every kid in the neighborhood, which means every kid's present, in one clown-colored tent." "And we're stealing from eight-year-olds." "We're stealing from their parents, Bill. Kids will cry regardless. They cry at parties anyway." "Where do we fence a mountain of toy dinosaurs?" "Etsy." "Etsy." "Handmade giraffe puppet, forty bucks. Do the math." "Math says we're monsters." "Math says we're unappreciated." "What about the clown?" Molly paused. "What clown?" "Recon said there's a clown. Clowns see everything, Molly." "I'll handle the clown." "By handle, you mean—" "Bill, I was a birthday clown for three summers. I speak fluent balloon animal. I'll distract him with professional courtesy." "And the pony?" "The pony is a free agent. The pony owes us nothing." "So we hit the gift table at cake time, when everyone's singing." "Everyone's singing, eyes closed, making wishes. It's beautiful." "It's larceny." "It's larceny set to 'Happy Birthday,' which is legally the same thing." "Fine. But if that clown turns out to be terrifying, I'm leaving without you." "Everyone's terrified of clowns, Bill. That's the point. Now help me count the ponchos."