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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the hood of the van. It was drawn in purple crayon. "Where did you get this?" Bill asked. "The birthday boy drew it for his invitations. Very detailed. He even labeled the snack table." Bill squinted. "Is that a moat?" "Paddling pool. Treat it like a moat." A dozen balloons bobbed over the fence next door, each printed with a grinning dinosaur. Bill watched them with the wary respect of a man who had once been bitten by a clown. "Walk me through it," he said. "Two o'clock, the magician starts. Every child and parent faces the patio. You go over the fence, I grab the gift pile, we're gone before the rabbit comes out of the hat." "And if someone sees us?" Molly handed him a folded bundle of felt. "Then you're Rexy, the party dinosaur." Bill held up the costume. The tail dragged on the asphalt. "Molly, this is a crime against dignity." "We're stealing birthday presents from a six-year-old, Bill. Dignity left hours ago." He sighed, stepped into the legs, and zipped himself up to the snout. Somewhere beyond the fence, a small voice shrieked, "DINOSAUR!" Bill froze solid. "It's only one-thirty."