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"So what's the play?" Molly asked, flipping through a printed layout of the Henderson birthday party. Bill leaned forward and tapped the diagram with a greasy finger. "Here. The present table sits right next to the bathroom. One of us distracts the kids while the other grabs the loot." "Distract them how? I'm not exactly the clowning type, Bill." "I didn't say be funny. I said distract. Do a magic trick. Recite something. The kids are five — they're hypnotized by anything." Molly studied the layout and frowned. "There are forty presents. That's a lot of hauling in one trip." "That's why I rented the ice cream truck." "The ice cream truck?" "The inner compartments are perfect for storage. Nobody checks inside an ice cream truck. Besides, half these kids are lactose intolerant — the driver keeps trying anyway." "That's… actually brilliant," Molly admitted. "I know. So here's the timing: the cake comes out at exactly three-fifteen. The parents crowd the kitchen. That gives us a four-minute window." "And if we get caught?" Bill smiled thinly. "We don't. We're adults. The worst they'll do is call security. The best we'll do is walk out with two thousand dollars' worth of Paw Patrol figurines."