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Molly spread the crayon map across the van floor. “The bouncy castle blocks the driveway, so we enter through the magician’s sleeve.” Bill blinked. “Whose sleeve?” “The magician’s. He wears capes. Lots of pockets. We pose as doves.” “We are not doves, Molly.” “Fine. We pose as a very large rabbit.” “Even worse.” “Then we go through the kitchen, grab the presents, and exit before cake.” “What about the clown?” “The clown is my cousin.” “Your cousin is a clown?” “Only on weekends. He owes me forty pounds and a unicycle.” “So he helps?” “He distracts the children with balloon animals.” “What if they want swords?” “He makes swords. We make off with the loot.” “The parents?” “Blindfolded. It’s a piñata emergency.” “They’ll hear the sack.” “It’s a piñata sack. Festive. Jingly.” “And the alarm?” “Disabled by juice boxes.” Bill sighed. “I hate juice boxes.” Molly grinned. “That’s why you carry the napkins.” “Napkins are essential.” “For wiping tears.” “No, for disguising the presents as gifts.” “Gifts at a children’s party?” “Suspiciously normal.” “Brilliant.” “One last thing: no eating the cake.” “I make no promises.” “Bill.” “Fine. Only cupcakes.” “Cupcakes are portable, Molly.” “That is exactly what a thief says.”