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Molly spread blueprints across the van's hood. "Okay, the party starts at two. Bouncy castle goes up at noon. That's our window." "The bouncy castle is a problem. Last time I went near one of those things, I threw up on a bridesmaid," Bill said. "Focus, Bill. The presents are in a big cardboard box shaped like a dinosaur. Under the dessert table," she said. "A dinosaur box? Classy." "It's a five-year-old's birthday, not the Met Gala. Now, the guard dog—" "Guard dog? You said there was no guard dog." "It's a chihuahua named Princess. She bites." "A chihuahua. I survived Rottweilers in Tulsa, and now I'm losing sleep over a rat with a bow?" Bill said. "Princess drew blood in 2019. Ask Danny. He still limps." "Danny limps because he's cheap. Fine. What about the clown?" "Doinkles? He's ex-con. Armed with a seltzer bottle, probably," Molly said. "Seltzer bottles don't scare me. Balloon animals do. Those things are creepy." "In and out in eight minutes. We grab the box, we're gone." "And what about the cake?" Bill asked. "We are not stealing a cake, Bill." "It's a dinosaur cake, Molly. Themed. I have very high standards." Bill grinned, satisfied.