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In a van parked across from the bounce house, Bill unfolded a crudely drawn map and tapped the gift table. “You distract the clown, I’ll grab the gift table,” Molly whispered, adjusting a pair of oversized sunglasses. “Why do I always get the clown?” Bill asked, wiping sweat from his brow. “Because you still have that rainbow wig from the bank job.” He groaned and stared at the inflatable slide. “Those kids are vicious. Last time I tried to take a juice box, a four-year-old bit my ankle.” Molly patted his arm with a latex-gloved hand. “That’s why we go in during the piñata. They’ll be blindfolded and swinging.” Outside, a minivan full of balloons pulled up and a dozen small guests spilled out. “Remember, no real names,” Molly said, handing him a lollipop. “You’re Captain Wobbles. I’m Aunt Sparkles.” Bill frowned at his sequined vest. “Can I be Uncle Glitter?” “No, Uncle Glitter is wanted in two states.” She adjusted her fake mustache and checked the GPS tracker hidden in a party hat. “Ready?” Bill stuffed a pillowcase into his waistband. “If I die, delete my browser history.” “Deal.” They fist-bumped and cracked the van door. “Let’s go steal some crayon-covered gold.”