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Molly adjusted her clown wig and peered through the hedge at the birthday party. Bouncy castle, forty screaming children, one mountain of gift bags. "That's the target," she whispered. "Seven-year-old Tyler. Forty-three presents." "Forty-three?" Bill gasped. "That's not a heist, that's Christmas." "Focus. You're the entertainer, Balloon Bill. I'm the cake lady." "I don't know how to make balloon animals." "You've been practicing for a week!" "I made a sausage, Molly. Every time. A sad, pink sausage." "Then it's a dachshund. Kids love dachshunds." Bill tugged at his oversized shoes. "What's the signal?" "I yell 'Who wants cake?' and every kid rushes the table. You stuff the presents into the tuba case." "Why do I have a tuba case?" "Because clowns have tuba cases." "That's not true." "Nobody questions a clown with a tuba case, Bill." A small girl in a tiara wandered over and stared at them. "Are you the clowns?" Molly smiled sweetly. "Yes, sweetheart." "Your wig is crooked. And he smells like a getaway van." Bill leaned close to Molly. "I like her. Can we steal her too?" "No."