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Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, binoculars pressed to her face. "There. The present table. Forty-three gifts, minimum." Bill scribbled in his notebook. "Forty-three. What's our exit strategy?" "Same as the museum job. In through the snack area, out through the petting zoo." "The petting zoo has a llama." "The llama is a minor obstacle." Bill lowered his notebook. "It spat on you last time. You cried." "I had allergies." She adjusted her binoculars. "The clown is our window. When he starts making balloon animals, everyone watches. That's when we move." "What if he makes swords? Kids love sword balloons." "Then we improvise. You grab presents, I'll create a distraction." "What kind of distraction?" "I'll start a conga line." Bill stared at her. "You hate conga lines." "I hate prison more. Now put on your caterer disguise." Bill held up a paper hat. "This says 'Birthday Assistant.'" "Perfect. Nobody questions a birthday assistant." "What about the birthday assistant already working there?" Molly paused. "There's already one?" "Big guy. Name tag says Gary." "Then Gary is about to have a very confusing afternoon." She straightened her party hat. "Move out. And if you see the llama, do not make eye contact."