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Bill unfolded the schematic across his lap. The blueprint showed a suburban living room filled with balloons and a chocolate fountain. Molly squinted at it. "So we go in through the back door," she said. "Kitchen's empty during cake time." "The dog's a problem," Bill muttered. "Beagle. Named Buttons. vicious little thing." "Buttons?" Molly laughed. "We're scared of a dog named Buttons?" Bill glared. "I've seen scarier. How do we carry everything out?" "Rucksacks," Molly said. "One each. We grab the wrapping, not the stuff. Open them later." "Wait." Bill held up a finger. "Djinnie is on. The hired entertainer. A clown." Molly's face fell. "A clown? I hate clowns." "Everyone hates clowns, Molly. But a crying child will alert his mother. We need timing. When the clown does the magic show, all eyes are on him." "You've planned this before?" Bill smiled. "I once robbed a kindergarten. It was a kindergarten?" "A kindergarten." "No," Bill corrected himself. "A nursery." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You stole from babies?" "Dirty work, someone's got to do it."