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Molly leaned against the rusted van, squinting at the blueprints spread across the hood. "Okay, Bill. Walk me through it one more time." Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which kept drooping toward his chin. "Easy. The party's in the Hendersons' backyard. Six-year-old Tommy's birthday. Forty presents stacked on a folding table by the bouncy castle." "And the security?" "A clown named Mr. Wobbles and a grandmother with a whistle." Molly sighed. "We're robbing a children's party, Bill. Not the Louvre." "The Louvre doesn't have forty gift-wrapped tricycles, Molly. Think of the payday." "What about the cake? I heard there's a unicorn cake." "Forget the cake. Focus." Bill tapped the blueprint. "We go over the fence during the piñata. Everyone's blindfolded and swinging sticks. Nobody sees a thing." "And if someone sees us?" "Then you do the thing." "What thing?" "The thing where you pretend to be the magician's assistant. You're very convincing." Molly groaned. "I was one time, Bill. At a dentist's office. Nobody believed me." "Ah, but Tommy's mother has never seen a magician's assistant with a gravity-defying bun. Trust me." A distant shriek of laughter rolled across the night air. Molly peeked over the fence. "Bill, there's a bouncy castle full of toddlers. How are we supposed to get past that?" "Simple. We bring the ice cream truck." "We don't have an ice cream truck." "We do now." Bill pointed at the van's side door, where a faded sign read *Frosty Dreams*, painted in what looked suspiciously like ketchup. "You stole an ice cream truck?" "Borrowed. Sort of. The driver was very generous with his jingle." Molly rubbed her temples. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm telling them you started it." "Deal. Now grab the crowbar and the sack. Remember, we're in and out in ten minutes." "Bill?" "Yes?" "Why are you wearing a tutu?" He looked down, flustered. "Camouflage." Molly sighed again, then grinned. "Let's go steal some presents."