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Molly spread the blueprint across the van's hood. Bill squinted at it, chewing a stolen candy cigarette. "We go in through the bouncy castle." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose and counted to ten. "That's a fabric death trap." "It's got a flap. Flaps are doors for fun people." "Fine. You distract. I grab presents." "What if a kid sees me?" "Then you juggle." "I can't juggle." "Learn in ten minutes. Timmy turns seven once." Bill nodded solemnly and produced three oranges from his jacket. "Always prepared." "Why do you have oranges?" "Snack and a skill. Efficiency." Molly rolled up the blueprint and checked her watch. "Big boxes first. Bikes, consoles, the bear." "What about the clown?" "Leave the clown." "He's staring at me." Through the fence, a clown stared at them, applying makeup with slow, menacing precision. "Ignore him." "Clowns are always part of the score, Molly." "That's not a rule." "It is now." Molly sighed and unzipped the duffel of disguises: two wizard hats, one mustache. "Get in the van, Bill." Bill saluted, fumbled an orange, and chased it behind the van. Inside the yard, children shrieked with joy while the presents sat glittering, unguarded, glorious, doomed.