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Molly tapped the blueprint of the Henderson mansion. "Ground floor is clear. The party's in the backyard, so the living room is ours." Bill squinted at the paper, a jumbo gift bag already slung over his shoulder. "And the presents?" "Stacked by the piano. Forty-two of them, according to my cousin, who helped wrap them." "Forty-two presents. Molly, that's a lot of Lego sets." "Which is why we bring the wheelbarrow." She pulled a folded wheelbarrow from behind the hedge. Bill frowned. "Shouldn't we worry about the kids? They'll see us." "Please. We wear the clown costumes. Nobody looks twice at a clown." "Clowns scare children, Molly." "Not the ones who juggle. Trust me, I rehearsed." Bill sighed and adjusted his rubber nose. "Fine. But if a kid asks me to do a balloon animal, I'm telling them the truth." "Which is?" "That I'm a professional thief, and I don't know how to make a giraffe."