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Molly leaned over the sticky diner table and tapped the map with a french fry. "Okay, Bill. The Henderson birthday party starts at two. Eleven kids, one bouncy castle, and a mountain of presents in the living room." Bill squinted at the napkin sketch. "Why is the bouncy castle on the map? That's not a security feature." "It's a distraction. Nobody notices a burglar when there's a six-year-old flying off a trampoline." "Fair. What about the parents?" "Mr. Henderson is hiding in the garage with a sandwich and a podcast. Mrs. Henderson is in the kitchen, yelling about a cake that looks like a dinosaur. We're in and out before the candles get lit." Bill frowned. "I still think we should just buy presents and sell them back. Less paperwork." "Bill, we are not buying presents. We are stealing presents. That's the whole brand." "Our brand is 'mildly confused people in a van.'" "Our brand is professional." Molly pulled out two plastic masks shaped like clowns. "Wear these. Nobody suspects a clown." Bill held his up and stared into its painted grin. "Molly, I'm not wearing this. Kids are going to chase me." "Good. Then they'll stop looking for the robbers and start looking for the ice cream." "That's a terrible plan." "It's a great plan with a terrible name. Here's the route. We come through the side gate, grab the big boxes first, then the small shiny ones. Never take the wrapping paper. It's noisy." "What if a kid catches us?" Molly paused. "Then we give them a dollar and tell them the clown is a real magician." "We don't have a dollar." "Then we tell them the magician is very poor." Bill sighed and pushed his fries away. "Okay. But if I end up on a birthday cake, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now eat your fries. We leave at one-fifty. Timing is everything." "How do you even know the party starts at two?" Molly smiled sweetly and slid a glittering invitation across the table. "Because I'm the one who was invited."