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Molly checked the driveway. "Bill, it is a children's party. There is a clown. There is a pony. We are not stealing the Declaration of Independence." "Presents are presents," Bill said. "The table is by the fence. Everyone stares at the cake. We walk in, we walk out." "Walk in dressed as what, disappointed uncles?" "We already look like disappointed uncles." "That is not a plan. That is a cry for help." "One box is huge. Shiny paper. I bet it is something good." "You bet. With our bail money." "Molly." "Fine. You take the left side of the gift table. I stand near the clown and ask him where the bathroom is. Clowns hate questions." "And if a kid sees us?" "We say we are the bad magicians. Then we leave before anyone asks for a trick." "No tricks." "Especially not smart ones. Grab, waddle, van. If the pony looks at you, you lose." "I am not afraid of a pony." "You should be. It has better posture than our whole operation." Bill sighed. "So we are doing this." "We are doing the stupid version," Molly said. "Quiet feet. No speeches. And if the cake comes out, we are already gone."