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Molly peered through the binoculars. "Okay, there's a bouncy castle, twelve kids, and a clown." "A clown?" Bill said. "That's a problem." "It's a children's party, Bill. Clowns are standard." "Clowns see everything. It's the makeup. Gives them powers." Molly lowered the binoculars. "We go in as caterers, load the presents into the van, and we're gone before the cake." "The cake is when they open presents, Molly. Everyone knows that." "Fine, we go during the cake. While they're singing." "During the singing? That's the emotional core of the party!" "You want the presents or not?" Bill sighed. "I want the presents. I just don't want to traumatize anyone." "We're stealing from children, Bill." "Stealing is a strong word. We're redistributing. Horizontally. Into our van." "And the clown?" Bill was quiet for a moment. "Distract him with a balloon animal request. Something complicated. A giraffe." "Clowns hate giraffes. Too many twists." "Exactly. Now let's move. And Molly—no stealing cake." "You're not the boss of my pockets."