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Molly peered through binoculars at the garden next door, where a bouncy castle sagged beside a table piled with presents. "There. Target acquired." Bill shifted in his elf costume. "Remind me why I'm dressed as an elf for a princess party?" "Blend in. It's festive." "I'm six-foot-two and bald, Molly." "Then be a tall elf. Walk to the table, load the presents into your sack, waddle out." "The sack has a Santa face on it." "Kids love Santa." "Kids scream at Santa. Then parents call the police, who also scream at Santa." Molly lowered the binoculars. "Fine. We go in as caterers. Nobody looks at caterers." "The caterers are already inside. I counted six aprons." "Then we steal aprons first." Bill groaned. "We've cased this party for three weeks. Three weeks, Molly." "It's a seven-year-old's birthday. The planning should exceed the crime." "That's what frightens me," Bill muttered, eyeing the clown, who was now juggling knives near the present table. Molly smiled. "See? Chaos is our friend." "Chaos is a clown with knives." "Exactly. Nobody watches the elf when there's a knife-clown. Move out, Twinkletoes." Bill sighed and grabbed the sack. "I want it noted that I hate this crew." "Noted. Now sparkle, darn you. Sparkle."