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Molly peered through the binoculars at the bouncy castle. “Bill, I’ve seen less security at a casino.” Bill adjusted his clown nose. “It’s a kid’s party. What’s the worst? A piñata?” Molly snorted. “Piñatas are decoys. We go in as entertainers, distract the adults, swipe the gift table.” “I don’t do balloon animals.” “You’ll do a magic trick.” “I only know one.” “Then make it disappear.” “Very funny.” Molly turned. “Where’s the van parked?” “Behind the bouncy castle. I thought it was a shortcut to the parking lot.” “You drove onto their lawn?” “It’s a lawn, not a moat. Relax.” “Relax? We’re about to rob a six-year-old’s birthday. If we get caught…” “We go to jail for stealing a Barbie dream house and a Nerf blaster. Very dangerous.” Molly sighed. “Okay. You go in as Bobo the Clown. I’ll be Miss Sparkles, face painter.” Bill frowned. “You don’t know how to paint faces.” “I’ll paint a cat. Everyone wants a cat.” “Kids will cry.” “Then the parents will be busy with crying kids, and we grab the gifts.” Bill thought. “That’s actually a solid plan.” “Don’t sound so surprised. Now, the cake is at three. The piñata at three-thirty. We strike during the piñata chaos.” “Why during piñata?” “Because every adult in the zip code will be staring at a blindfolded kid with a bat. It’s a naturally occurring distraction.” Bill nodded. “What if they ask us to sing?” “We fake a mic feedback.” “What if they ask for my ID?” “Nobody IDs a clown. It’s un-American.” Bill frowned. “Where did you get that clown suit anyway?” “The back of a Party City. Don’t ask.” “Fine. What about the gift table? It’s next to the punch bowl.” “Even better. Parents avoid the punch bowl after the first hour. Too many kid fingers.” “Gross.” “Exactly. We fill a trash bag with presents, then escape through the bouncy castle’s service flap.” Bill blinked. “Bouncy castles have service flaps?” “Everything has a service flap if you bring a knife.” “I thought we agreed no knives at a birthday party.” “Scissors, then. I’ll say it’s for ribbon cutting.” “You’re carrying scissors in a clown wig?” “Miss Sparkles carries safety scissors. Very safe. For cutting ribbon. And bouncy castle service flaps.” Bill sighed. “This is the dumbest thing we’ve ever done.” “Which is why it’ll work.” “They’ll see us running.” “We won’t run. We’ll skip. Everyone skips at a birthday party.” Bill stared. “You want me to skip with a garbage bag full of presents?” “You’ll look like Santa’s depressed cousin.” “That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It wasn’t supposed to.” Molly checked her watch. “Cake’s in twenty. Let’s go over the signal.” “Signal?” “When I yell ‘someone stepped in the cake,’ you grab the bag and skip to the van.” “What if you yell something else?” “Then you improvise.” “I failed improv.” “You failed kindergarten too, but here we are.” Bill pulled on his rubber nose. “This thing smells like feet.” “All clown noses smell like feet. It’s part of the magic.” “I hate magic.” “Bill, focus. We’re about to steal forty presents and a gift card to Chuck E. Cheese. This is the big score.” Bill looked at her. “Our big score is a birthday party.” “Don’t knock it. There will be cake.” “We’re not stealing the cake.” Molly paused. “Why not?” Bill sighed. “Because it’s a piñata party. There’s no cake. There’s a cupcake tower.” Molly’s eyes widened. “Cupcake tower? Bill, we’re taking that too.” “This is getting out of hand.” Molly grabbed her rainbow wig. “No, Bill. This is getting good.”