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"Tell me again why we're doing this," Bill said, adjusting his clown wig. "Because rich people buy rich presents, Bill. It's simple economics." "It's a seven-year-old's birthday party." "Precisely. Nobody suspects a clown at a child's party." "Everybody suspects a clown, Molly. Clowns are terrifying." "That's cultural bias. Now, you distract them with balloon animals while I load the van." "I can't make balloon animals." "Then you're a mime." "I'd rather be arrested than be a mime." "That can be arranged. Now listen, the presents go in the sack—" "We look like we're robbing Santa." "We ARE robbing Santa, Bill. We're just cutting out the middleman and the naughty list." "There will be children present. At the party. Watching us." "Which is why we're going through the garage." "The garage with the motion-sensor alarm?" "...The garage with the motion-sensor alarm," Molly admitted. "Did you plan any of this, or did you just see a bouncy castle and get greedy?" "Greedy people don't rent bouncy castles, Bill. They case them." "You rented one?" "For practice! Do you know how hard it is to walk in those things sober?" Bill stared at her. "Give me the wig."