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Molly stared through binoculars at balloons bobbing above the fence. "That house has more presents than Santa keeps in storage." Bill adjusted his clown wig and scratched his itchy nose. "Please remind me why I must wear this ridiculous outfit." Molly lowered the binoculars and grinned at his quiet misery. "Because nobody suspects a clown carrying sacks during a party." Bill tugged the enormous shoes and nearly fell over sideways. "These shoes could smuggle bowling balls past any security guard." Across the street children screamed happily around a chocolate fountain. "Exactly at noon the magician starts his loudest trick outside." Molly unfolded a crayon map drawn on a napkin yesterday. "We slip inside while everyone watches rabbits vanish into hats." Bill studied the map upside down for several long seconds. "Why does your map show dragons guarding the back door?" Molly flipped it around without admitting her artistic mistake aloud. "Those are poodles wearing party hats beside the garden gate." A tiny poodle barked fiercely from behind the fence nearby. "That beast sounds hungry enough to eat my clown pants." Molly produced two sausages from her coat pocket very proudly. "One sausage distracts the dog while another distracts the guard." Bill looked toward the retired guard eating cake near gate. "What if the guard prefers sausages less than chocolate cake?" Molly revealed a cake slice hidden inside a paper bag. "Then we deploy emergency cake and run like frightened waiters." Bill nodded solemnly and practiced his saddest clown face expression. "Should I cry if the birthday girl asks awkward questions?" Molly shook her head and pointed toward the gift table. "Just honk your nose and offer her a balloon giraffe." Bill pulled twisted balloons from his sleeve with trembling hands. "My giraffe looks more like a confused yellow noodle unfortunately." Molly patted his shoulder and inspected the street once more. "Perfect because children love noodles almost as much as presents." Inside the window presents glittered beneath ribbons and bright bows. "I see bicycles, dolls, board games and one giant teddy." Molly counted silently and wrote numbers on her gloved palm. "We need four sacks plus extra room for that teddy." Bill raised one eyebrow above his painted red smile today. "That teddy wears a seatbelt better than you drive normally." Molly ignored him and checked her watch with theatrical seriousness. "At noon we move quietly through the side kitchen door." Bill practiced tiptoeing and immediately squeaked both huge shoes loudly. "Maybe I should crawl instead of walking like a duck." Molly considered this while a marching band warmed up nearby. "Crawling clowns attract attention unless somebody drops a birthday cake." Bill grinned suddenly as trumpets blasted across the sunny street. "Then the band covers our squeaks, bangs, crashes and honks." Molly stuffed empty sacks beneath his oversized jacket very carefully. "Remember we grab presents only and leave cake completely alone." Bill saluted as children cheered and church bells rang noon. "For the presents the glory and absolutely no cake whatsoever."