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Molly spread the blueprint across Bill’s kitchen table, nearly crushing a pancake. “This is the safest crime we’ve ever committed,” she said. “No lasers. No vault. Just glitter, balloons, and a clown named Gary.” Bill poked the blueprint. “Gary? You want to steal from a clown at a children’s party.” “I want to steal the presents. Gary is merely a structural obstacle.” The blueprint showed a suburban house. “What’s the plan?” “We enter as staff, take presents under the tree, and leave before cake.” Bill squinted. “There’s a tree in a living room?” “Decorative. Presents are under it. Parents wrapped them in paper, not security foil.” “Why is this funny?” “Because it’s true. Also, they’ll be watching the balloon artist.” Bill leaned back. “And if a child sees us?” Molly pointed. “We distract them with sugar.” Bill frowned. “No sugar. I have a professional reputation.” “You stole a bicycle and accidentally kept it.” “That’s charity theft. This is birthday theft.” Molly waved a napkin. “Same thing. We take large boxes.” Bill pointed to the blueprint. “What if the large boxes are socks?” “We leave socks. We’re gentlemen.” Bill rubbed his chin. “We should bring a cart.” Molly’s eyes brightened. “A grocery cart?” “Too noisy. A dolly.” “Too obvious.” Bill grinned. “I know. The garage wagon.” Molly gasped. “Red wagon. Genius. Nobody suspects wagons.” “The wagon suspects everything.” Molly tapped her pen. “Now, entrance.” “Through the back?” “No. Front. Confidence is better than stealth.” Bill groaned. “You always say that when stealth would work.” Molly folded the blueprint. “Tonight we need pizzazz. We’re the clown’s assistant.” Bill choked. “Me?” “You have the face.” “The face of a clown?” “The face of someone people do not question.” Bill sat up straight. “Fine. But I’m not doing voices.” Molly grinned. “You’ll have to. The real assistant is at the dentist.” Bill looked around the kitchen. “Does Gary know he’s part of a heist?” “Gary knows nothing.” “Then why did you write ‘clown trouble’ in red?” Molly closed the blueprint quickly. “That’s for insurance.” Bill stood. “We need costumes.” Molly grabbed her purse. “I have gloves.” Bill pointed. “Gloves are suspicious.” Molly shrugged. “Then we’ll be masked bandits.” Bill sighed. “Only if we wear hats.” “Hats make us look like party guests.” “Party guests steal presents?” Molly paused. “Occasionally.” Bill pulled a tiny party hat from the drawer and placed it on his head. “I look ridiculous.” Molly placed one on Bill’s head. “Perfect.” Bill nodded. “When does the party start?” Molly checked her watch. “In forty minutes.” Bill straightened his tie. “Then let’s go commit a misdemeanor with a wagon.” Molly smiled. “We’re not stealing. We’re relocating presents.” Bill opened the door. “To where?” Molly checked it. “Somewhere mysterious.” Bill followed her outside. “Molly.” “What?” “If the clown sings, I’m leaving.” Molly laughed. “You’ll stay for the balloon giraffe.” Bill stepped onto the porch. “I have never been more determined to fail beautifully.” Molly locked the door. “That’s my favorite kind of heist.”