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Molly peered through the bushes at the bouncing castle. "Okay, here's the plan. We go in as clowns." Bill groaned. "You said we'd go in as caterers. I've been practicing carrying a tray all week." "You dropped it twice." "The tray was faulty." "Bill, nobody hires a caterer who's crying." "That was a different tray!" He adjusted his rainbow wig. "Fine, clowns. But I'm not doing balloon animals. A kid asked me for a giraffe last time and I gave him something that traumatized him." "Then just juggle." "I don't juggle, Molly. I throw things in an optimistic arc." "Perfect. While I distract the parents with my award-winning mime routine—" "You've never mimed." "I've been trapped in many boxes, Bill. Emotionally, that's the same thing." "And the presents?" "You gather them into the van while I keep everyone entertained." "The van with 'DEFINITELY NOT STOLEN PRESENTS' painted on the side?" "It's called hiding in plain sight." "It's called evidence, Molly." "Fine, we'll cover it with a tarp." "The tarp that says 'Free Candy'?" Bill sighed. "Look, are we doing this or not? The kid blows out the candles in ten minutes and then it's a free-for-all." Molly cracked her knuckles. "Places, Bozo." "I told you, never call me Bozo on a job."