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The van sat parked across from the Hendersons' cul-de-sac, its side panel reading "Balloon Buddies — Fully Insured!" Molly adjusted her clown nose and raised the binoculars. Across the street, a bouncy castle wobbled in the breeze like a smug inflatable fortress. "Security's tighter than I expected," Bill said. "It's a seven-year-old's birthday, Bill." "The pony is clearly a patrol unit." "Buttercup weighs less than the cake," Molly said. "Every fortress has a weakness." Bill unrolled his blueprint across the dashboard. "Yours is the pinata." Molly lowered the binoculars slowly. "You want to beat a pinata in front of thirty kids." "In disguise." "We're dressed as clowns, Bill." Bill looked wounded. "I distract the parents with balloon animals. You grab presents during the singing." He tapped the blueprint. "Happy Birthday takes forty seconds." "Then sing faster." Molly stared at him. "What about the cake table?" Bill went pale. "I forgot the cake table." "Amateur," Molly muttered, pulling on her rainbow wig. "Fine. I'll take the cake table. And Bill?" "If that pony so much as twitches, the job's off." Somewhere across the street, Buttercup whinnied. Both of them froze. Bill nodded solemnly and checked his water-squirting flower. "For the loot," he whispered. Molly groaned.