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Molly lowered the binoculars and grinned at the garden, a fortress of pastel balloons. "We go in as the entertainer." Bill scratched his stubble. "A clown? Last time I almost died." Molly rolled her eyes. "You were a mime." "Same difference." She handed him a striped sack, the kind that bulged ominously. "You'll be the present thief." Bill stared at the sack. "Brilliant. A thief stealing gifts from children. Real moral compass." Molly shrugged. "It's a business." Bill glanced at the bouncy castle, where children were queueing. "It's a party. With balloons." Molly tapped the schedule pinned to the sun visor. "We don't take the birthday cake." "Generous." "We take everything else." Bill frowned at the bouncy castle again, his hands twitching. "They've got a bouncy castle." "Not in scope." "Shame." Molly checked her watch. "The parents leave at three." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And the clown?" Molly grinned. "You're the replacement. His tire went flat." Bill snorted. "You punctured it." Molly winked. "There's a tire guy?" She patted his cheek like an aunt. "There's a tire guy, Bill." Bill sighed. "You know, for children's party, we're the worst people." Molly started the engine. "Let's go." The van rolled forward.