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Molly tapped the blueprint of the Henderson mansion. "The party starts at three. Every kid will be in the ballroom, and the presents sit in the east parlor." Bill squinted at the sketch, chewing a stale pretzel. "And the clown?" "Distraction. He does balloon animals every twenty minutes. Nobody watches the parlor during the swan." "What about the security guard?" "Uncle Ray is guarding the cake," Molly said. "Trust me, that's the most dangerous post in town." Bill grinned and pulled a fake mustache from his coat pocket. "I'll be the uncle who forgot the gift. Nobody questions a man with a sad, wrapped box." "You're bringing a box?" "Empty box. Very suspicious. Very heavy with guilt." Molly rolled her eyes, then slid a rolling duffel bag across the table. "Fine. Grab the wrapping paper. We're swapping the presents for the bags of marbles from the fridge." "Wait, why do they have marbles?" "Pinata prep," she said flatly. "Focus, Bill."