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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the van's hood, which was actually a coloring book page stolen from the target's mailbox. Bill squinted at the crayon rendering of a bouncy castle. They had cased the Hendersons' backyard for three weeks, which was embarrassing, since the backyard was visible from the street. Bill had disguised himself as a clown, then panicked upon remembering his fear of balloons. Molly had disguised herself as a magician, which mostly involved a cape and a wand she found in a gutter. The plan was elegant in its stupidity. Bill would distract the children with card tricks he did not know. Molly would smuggle the presents to the van in a pillowcase labeled "Santa's Leftovers," which she insisted added legitimacy. "Cake first, presents second," Molly said. "Agreed. Priorities," Bill replied, adjusting his foam nose. "What's the signal again?" "Jazz hands." The party started at two. They arrived at two-fifteen because Bill needed gas station nachos. A piñata shaped like a donkey swung ominously from the oak tree. "Why does that piñata look like my ex-wife?" Bill whispered. "Focus, Bill." He focused. The presents gleamed on the picnic table like a dragon's hoard, if dragons hoarded Lego sets and gift cards to slime shops.