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Molly spread the birthday card across the dashboard like a blueprint. “The clown’s our inside man,” she said, tapping a crayon circle around the bouncy castle. Bill squinted through binoculars at the shrieking garden, where a magician was losing a fight with a rabbit. “He’s not inside; he’s in the cake,” Bill said. A child in a paper crown had already licked the frosting off the getaway route. Molly adjusted her fake moustache and reviewed the plan: enter as entertainment, distract the parents with a tasteful balloon animal, then sweep every wrapped present into a laundry sack marked “donations.” The pinata hung suspiciously low, which Bill considered a security flaw. “And he’s terrified of balloons,” Molly added, marking the escape hatch behind the face-painting table. Bill nodded. “We’ll wear party hats.” They rehearsed a festive shuffle. A toddler spotted them and pointed. Molly offered a professional smile. Bill tripped over a scooter, apologized to a garden gnome, and stuffed a purple gift bag under his coat. The getaway wagon was disguised as a stroller, though the stolen silverware rattled whenever Bill breathed. Somewhere inside, a chorus began singing happy birthday, which was their cue to become extremely interested in cake.