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"Molly, the clown suit chafes," Bill said. "Stop tugging it. You look festive." "I look like a sausage with a wig." "Focus. The party starts at two. We enter as entertainment." "Which one am I?" "Balloon animal guy. I'm face painter." "Then we grab the presents?" "After cake. Parents get sentimental and drunk on juice." "Juice doesn't get people drunk, Molly." "Toddlers do. Chaos is our cover." "What about the magician?" "He's our patsy. We plant a rabbit in his hat." "That's cruel." "The rabbit's a trained thief. He nabs the gift cards." "Gift cards? I thought we wanted Legos." "Legos, cash, whatever. The point is all the presents." "All of them? Even the ones for the kid?" "Especially those. Rich kids have too many." "What if a child cries?" "Cry louder. You're the clown." "I hate this plan." "You hate every plan until the getaway." "Which is?" "Bouncy castle. We deflate it and ride the collapse." "That's not a getaway. That's a lawsuit." "Exactly. No one follows a lawsuit." "Fine. But I'm keeping the rabbit." "Deal. Now practice your balloon sword." "It's a giraffe." "Close enough. We strike at present o'clock." "I'll paint a smile on it." "Perfect." "Deal?"