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Molly spread the plans across the kitchen table. "Bill, the vents are out. It's a bouncy castle." "So we bounce in." "You're two hundred pounds. It's not load-bearing." "Fine. Clown entrance. I do balloons." "You did balloons once, in prison, badly." "Skill transfer, Molly." "And your clown name?" "Bonko." "Bonko's doing five to ten for tax fraud. We've been over this." "Sprinkles, then. Now, once inside, I locate the present table." "It's in the kitchen, under a banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TYLER." "Which kitchen?" "There's one kitchen, Bill. It's a semi-detached house, not a casino." "Okay. Timing?" "We hit during Happy Birthday. Candles out, lights off, everyone blind." "Blinded by candles?" "Cake blindness, Bill. Documented phenomenon." "Estimated haul?" "Twenty presents, give or take." "Plus cake." "We're stealing cake now?" "Clowns need energy, Molly." "And my job?" "Getaway. Van gassed up?" "It's your mother's Corsa. And no." "Plan B. Tricycle." "Whose tricycle?" "Sourced one this morning." "You stole a tricycle to steal presents from children?" "Requisitioned. From Tyler." "Bill, Tyler is the birthday boy." "Exactly. Maximum emotional cover. Nobody suspects a crying clown." "Sprinkles doesn't cry, Bill. Sprinkles serves hard time." "Then he weeps on the inside. Like a professional."