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Molly tapped the crayon map. "Okay, Bill, the clown’s distraction lasts four minutes. You grab the presents; I handle the cake table." "Four minutes? Molly, last time you said four minutes, I spent three of them stuck in a ball pit." "That ball pit was not on the blueprint." "It was shaped like a dinosaur, Molly. There were warning signs." "Fine. New plan: you go in as the magician’s assistant. No one questions a man in a rabbit suit." "I’m not wearing the rabbit suit. The ears squeak." "The squeaking is tactical. It covers the alarm." "What alarm? It’s a birthday party for a six-year-old." "Exactly. Six-year-olds have ruthless security. Party bags, Bill. Party bags." "Okay, but we only take the good presents. No socks." "Obviously. We’re professionals, not monsters." "What about the birthday boy?" "He gets a decoy gift. A lovely card. Signed from the clown." "The clown is our getaway driver." "See? Synergy." "And if a kid asks for a balloon animal?" "You make a sword. Kids love swords." "Can we avoid felonies involving balloon swords?" "Bill, focus. Presents first, moral crisis later." "Fine. But if I hear Happy Birthday sung one more time, I’m keeping the cake."