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Molly flattened a birthday invitation beside the ketchup and drew a crown over the piñata. She tapped the clown’s exit time, the bouncy castle, and the gift table. Bill stirred his coffee with the enthusiasm of a man reviewing a prison menu. Outside, a van idled with party hats taped over its plates. Molly outlined the cake trolley route while Bill checked the rear door and the cheerful clown waiting by the dumpster. He sighed, flipped his notepad shut, and glanced at the invitation. A balloon squeaked against the window, and Bill flinched as the diner clock ticked toward two. “Clown exits at two. Bouncy castle blocks the back.” “We’re robbing toddlers now?” “Presents by the piñata. Party hats, goody bags, out.” “You’re six feet tall and allergic to balloons.” “I’ll be the magician’s assistant. You’re the pony.” “Absolutely not. I have a reputation.” “Your reputation hides in a laundry basket.” “Fair. But the pony smells.” “Then we use the cake trolley.” “Children love cake trolleys.” “We load presents underneath, roll out during ‘Happy Birthday,’ and nobody suspects a thing.” “What about the clown?” “Our extremely reliable inside man.” “The clown?” “He owes me big time.” “Of course he does.”