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"Okay, Bill, the plan is simple," Molly whispered, crouching behind the bounce castle. "We slip through the back gate, grab every present with a bow on it, and vanish before the clown finishes his balloon animals." "Simple? Molly, there's a seven-year-old in a cape guarding the gift table." "He's a distraction. Nobody suspects a kid in a cape." "I suspect him. He's looking right at us." "Then we wave. Friendly. Like we're the uncle who forgot the sprinkles for the cupcakes." "I don't have an uncle." "Neither do I, Bill, that's why we're such good liars." She peeked over the castle wall. "Okay, three pink boxes, two giant ones shaped like unicorns. Those are mine." "What about the one that's ticking?" "That's the piñata. Leave it." "Molly, the piñata is ticking." "Then we run faster."