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Molly peeled a banana and studied the birthday banner through binoculars. "Bill, the drop is at three, after cake. Parents wipe frosting. We grab gifts and stroll out as caterers." Bill adjusted his bow tie and frowned at the bouncy castle. "I still say clowns blend better." "Clowns draw attention. Caterers are invisible." Molly tossed the peel into a hedge and checked her clipboard. Bill unzipped a duffel bag filled with collapsed gift boxes. "And the kids? They'll scream if we take their presents." "That's why we brought candy. Toss it, they scramble, we snatch." Bill nodded slowly, his clown wig slipping. "What if a parent asks about the sack of toys?" "We say it's lost and found. Then cry a little." "And no crying, either." "We cry. It works." Bill checked his watch. "Cake at three. Escape at three-oh-five." Molly produced a whistle and a fake mustache. "No balloon animals." Bill sighed. "One poodle. That's all I ask." Molly stared him down. "No poodles. We're professionals." Outside, a piñata swayed in the heat like a papier-mâché witness. Molly grinned. Bill groaned. Bill zipped the bag. The bouncy castle wheezed. Somewhere inside, a toddler began screaming about a missing cupcake.