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Molly slapped the crumpled blueprints onto the wobbly card table. "The clown is the key." She tapped a photo of a sad man in polka dots. "I hate clowns." Bill shuddered, dropping his fork into the baked beans. "It's not a real clown, it's a guy in a suit. He's guarding the presents." Molly rolled her eyes. "What if he cries?" Bill asked, looking genuinely terrified. "Clowns don't cry, they honk." She smirked. "I'll bring the crowbar." He suggested, regaining some courage. "No crowbars. We're doing this stealthily. Balloon animals, remember?" Molly threw a bag of balloons at his chest. "I can make a snake." Bill announced proudly. "It's a giraffe, Bill. Always a giraffe." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Remember the plan?" Molly asked, sliding a notebook across. "Which one?" Bill looked confused. "The one where you don't eat the cake." She waited. "But it's a dinosaur cake." He protested weakly. "It's plastic, Bill." Molly glared. "It looked real." He mumbled, embarrassed. "We go in through the pink bouncy castle." Molly pointed to the map. "The one with the dragon?" He gulped. "Yes." She nodded. "I'm really afraid of dragons." Bill admitted, sweating profusely into his beans.