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The van idled outside the community center. "The target is a seven-year-old's birthday party, Bill," said Molly. "I know, I know. It's not exactly the Crown Jewels." "It's a bouncy castle, a clown, and forty wrapped presents." "Forty?" Bill grinned. "That's a good haul." "The clown is a problem. He's got a squeaky horn." "I'll handle the clown." "You're afraid of clowns." "I'm cautious of clowns. There's a difference." "You cried at the circus last month." "That was a heat stroke situation." Molly sighed. "Whatever. The presents are in a cardboard box by the cake table." "Cardboard? What's the security like?" "A mother named Denise. She has eyes like a hawk." "I'll distract her with the old 'I'm lost, where's the bathroom?' routine." "You're forty. It won't work." "It worked at the christening." "We're doing this for the loot, Bill. Not the trauma." "Right. The loot." Bill nodded. "So, what's the plan?" "You eat cake, I grab presents, we meet at the van." "Simple. I like simple." Molly held up a finger. "One more thing. If you see the bouncy castle, do not get in the bouncy castle." "No promises." "Bill?" "Yeah?" "If you hear the squeaky horn, you run." "Honks happen, Molly. Honks happen."