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Bill crouched behind the decorative hedge, binoculars raised, a fake mustache sweating off his upper lip. He counted twice, lips moving. "Two adults guarding the gift table. It's locked down like Fort Knox." "That's a folding table with a paper banner," Molly whispered. "Discipline. One balloon pops, the whole operation collapses." "It's a birthday party. For a six-year-old." "Exactly. Nobody suspects a clown." "You want me to wear the nose?" "I want you to commit to the nose." Molly sighed, smearing on red greasepaint like war paint, her dignity dying quietly. "Extraction plan?" "Bounce house. One bounce, we're over the fence." "That's the petting zoo." "Details." Beyond the hedge, a child shrieked with sudden joy. Bill flinched, nearly losing the binoculars into a nearby petunia bed. The plan: they move when the cake is cut, when everyone's distracted by frosting. "And if there's ice cream?" "Then God help us, we run." Molly peeked through the white fence slats. "They're playing musical chairs." "Musical chairs," Bill repeated grimly, already stuffing a pillowcase down his pants. "Advanced counter-surveillance. The chairs are always moving." "We're stealing presents from children." "We're redistributing joy." He handed her a spare red nose. "Now bounce, clown, bounce."