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Molly slid the crayon map across the picnic table and tapped a stick-figure house. “We go in when they sing,” she said. “Everybody looks at the cake. Nobody looks at the table with the boxes.” Bill squinted at the drawing. “That house has seventeen windows. Real houses do not have seventeen windows.” “It’s a diagram,” Molly said. “The big square is the present table. The little squares are cupcakes. Do not steal the cupcakes.” “Why not the cupcakes?” “Because we are professionals, Bill. Professionals steal wrapped things. Unwrapped things are snacks, and snacks make you obvious.” Bill folded his arms. “I still think the clown suit is a mistake.” “It is not a mistake. It is cover. You walk in, you honk once, you stand near the gifts, and when the song starts you put boxes in the bag.” “Honk once,” Bill repeated. “What if a child asks me to make a balloon animal?” “Then you make a balloon animal.” “I don’t know how.” “Then you tell them the balloon is shy.” Molly leaned closer. “Listen. In, song, bag, out. Four steps. Even you can count to four.” Bill poked the map. “What about the parents?” “Parents are busy stopping somebody from eating the candles. We are not the somebody. We are the clown and the woman who brought extra napkins.” “I don’t have extra napkins.” “I have extra napkins. You have the bag. Try not to put a child in the bag.” “That was one time, and it was a coat.” Molly closed her eyes. “Bill.” “Fine. Song starts, I honk, I bag the boxes, I do not bag a child, I do not eat a cupcake, I leave through the side gate that you drew as a smiling rectangle.” “Yes.” “And if the birthday kid cries?” “Then we already failed at being subtle, so we leave faster.” Molly slid him a red nose. “Put it on.” Bill held the nose like it might bite. “This is a terrible plan.” “It’s a perfect plan,” Molly said. “Terrible plans get remembered. Perfect plans get blamed on a clown nobody can describe.” Bill sighed, squeezed the nose on, and honked by accident. A pigeon fled. “If this works,” he said, “I want the one that rattles.” “You can have the one that rattles,” Molly said, standing. “Just don’t open it until we’re gone. Last time you opened it in the yard and it was a drum.”