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Molly flattened a crayon map of the Wigglesworth backyard across the stolen picnic table. Bill oiled a plastic spork and checked his balloon-animal belt. Beyond the hedge, a piñata donkey creaked in the wind. Somewhere inside, twenty toddlers screamed at a magician. Bill tapped the map with a greasy finger. "Clown’s the lookout," Bill said. "Clowns always see everything." "That’s why I brought balloon animals." "You brought balloon animals to a robbery?" "Poodle distraction. You grab the presents." "What about the toddlers?" "Toddlers can’t identify faces." "That’s cold." "Cold is efficient. Presents go in the bouncy castle." "It’s full of screaming kids." "Exactly. Best cover noise." "And the cake?" "Decoy. Tip it, everyone cries, we vanish." "You’re a monster." "I’m a professional. Got the juice boxes?" "For the getaway?" "Bring the wagon." "For the alibi. We’re two dads who lost their kids." "That’s brilliant and horrible." "Thanks. Let’s ruin somebody’s seventh birthday." Molly checked the side gate, the guest list, and the getaway tricycle. A clown honked somewhere. Bill shrugged. Molly groaned. Molly adjusted her mask. Party roared. Bill checked his watch. A toddler wailed. The magician vanished. They slipped through the hedge toward screaming, cake, and the bouncy castle.