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Molly spread the napkin map. "The piñata is a distraction." Bill adjusted his tiny clown nose. "From the cake?" Molly checked the party schedule. "From the presents, Bill." Bill winked twice, poorly. "Right. Presents. Shiny, numerous, unguarded presents." "By clowns?" "Especially clowns. Clowns notice nothing but their own shoes." "So we enter as entertainment?" "Exactly. You juggle." "I can't juggle." "You can panic while holding oranges. Children love that." "And you?" "I am the magician." "What trick?" "The Vanishing Gifts." "Subtle." "Children are drunk on juice." "What about the birthday boy?" "Point at the cake, he will follow." "What about the parents?" "Parents are furniture with wine." "What about the good balloons?" "We take them too." "But balloons are loud." "So is crime." "Crime squeaks?" "Crime squeaks." "And the piñata?" "The piñata is our alibi." "An alibi with candy?" "The best kind." "This plan is ridiculous." "Profitable." "Fair. Entrance at two?" "Two fifteen, during balloon animals." "Exit?" "Through the puppet stage." "With what?" "Every present." "All of them?" "Every sock, doll, and suspiciously lumpy train set." "They'll cry." "They'll blame the clowns." "The clowns will cry." "Professional hazard. Now smile, Bill. We're bringing joy." "By stealing everything?" "By liberating it."