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Molly unrolled the community center’s floor plan across Bill’s kitchen table, pinning its corners with a rubber chicken, two mugs, and Bill’s unpaid pizza bill. She tapped the drawing of the party room, where twenty children would shortly guard twenty presents with frosting, noise, and absolutely no respect for personal property. “We enter as clowns, grab the presents, and leave before cake,” Molly said. Bill studied her over his mug, which featured a cartoon kitten hanging from a branch and the slogan he had chosen for their criminal enterprise. “Why clowns?” Bill asked. “Because your magician costume screams recently paroled,” Molly replied. Bill nodded, accepting this as sound tailoring advice. He circled the bouncy castle, frowned at the ball pit, and drew a small skull beside the entertainer scheduled for two o’clock. The skull, Molly explained, represented a puppeteer with suspiciously quick hands and a van ideal for hauling merchandise. Their getaway driver would be Bill’s mother, provided her book club finished promptly and nobody mentioned her ex-husband. Molly folded the plan into the rubber chicken, which squeaked with professional discretion. Outside, a child laughed, and both thieves ducked, then pretended they had been inspecting the toaster for warranty information.