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"Okay, Bill, walk me through it one more time." "Right. Six o'clock, the Hendersons' backyard. Little Timmy turns seven. Forty kids, one bouncy castle, a mountain of presents." "And our way in?" "I'm the clown." "You're afraid of clowns." "Which is why I'll be so convincing. Nobody expects a terrified clown to be a criminal." "Fine. What am I?" "You're the magician. You make the presents disappear. Literally." "I don't know any magic, Bill." "You don't need magic. You need a very big sack and confidence." "And the parents?" "Distracted by the cake. I've hired a second clown to drop it." "Is the second clown also afraid of clowns?" "Nobody's asked him." "What about the kids? Kids notice everything." "That's the genius part. We tell them it's a game. Whoever helps load the van gets a balloon animal." "You can't make balloon animals." "I can make balloon snakes." "Those are just balloons." "To a seven-year-old, that's a snake." Molly sighed and rubbed her temples. "Bill, what's our getaway?" "Pony rides, obviously." "We are not escaping on a pony." "Two ponies, Molly. I'm not an animal." "And the presents?" "The ponies carry them." "Bill." Bill beamed. "Very, very strong ponies."