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Molly spread the blueprint across the kitchen table and pinned its corners with four stolen cupcakes. Bill leaned over it, scattering sprinkles like clues at a crime scene. “The bouncy castle is our way in,” Molly said. Bill squinted at the drawing, which appeared to be a napkin decorated by an optimistic spider. “What about the clown?” he asked. “He’ll never suspect another clown,” Molly replied. Bill considered his reflection in the microwave door. His face already possessed a certain startled elasticity, but the shoes would be a challenge. “Grab everything and disappear,” Molly said. Bill opened the cupboard and produced a bag large enough to contain a pony, or perhaps several disappointed parents. Molly handed him a party hat. He put it on with the solemnity of a knight accepting a helmet. Their plan required precision: eight minutes to infiltrate the garden, two to distract the magician, and thirty seconds to scoop up every brightly wrapped parcel. Escape would be complicated by the inflatable obstacle course, but Molly had trained extensively on her nephew’s trampoline. At dawn they packed their disguises, their sack, and one balloon pump. Neither mentioned that the invitation on the refrigerator was addressed to them.