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Molly unfolded a map across the bonnet of the getaway car. Bill held one corner down with a sausage roll. “The presents are in the living room,” she whispered. “We enter through the garden gate, blend in, and leave with everything.” “Blend in how?” Molly pointed at his suit. “You’re wearing a clown nose.” “It’s a disguise.” “It’s attached to a bicycle horn.” “Authentic clown equipment.” She sighed. Beyond the fence, children shrieked around a bouncy castle. A banner announced: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIMMY. Bill adjusted his bow tie, which was shaped like two tiny cupcakes. “We need a diversion,” Molly said. “I can juggle.” “You can drop.” “Then they’ll watch the floor. You take the presents.” Molly studied the map. “The parents will be near the cake. We slip inside during the singing.” “And if they ask who we are?” “We’re the hired entertainment.” Bill brightened. “I’ll do my famous balloon animals.” “Last time, you made a balloon that looked like a frightened eel.” “It was a giraffe.” A door opened. A woman stepped onto the lawn, carrying a tray of juice boxes. Molly ducked behind the car. Bill stood tall and honked his nose. The woman smiled. “You must be the clown!” Bill bowed. “And this is my assistant.” Molly emerged, holding the map upside down. “Wonderful,” said the woman. “The children are waiting.” Molly glanced at Bill. “We’re in.” Bill whispered, “Do clowns get cake?” “Only if they steal it first.”