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Molly spread the blueprint across Bill’s kitchen table, anchoring one corner with a rubber chicken and the other with a jam tart. The blueprint was actually a crayon map of Wobblewood Village Hall, borrowed from Bill’s nephew and decorated with an enthusiastic purple sun. Outside, Saturday’s party was already assembling itself. A bouncy castle wheezed upright beside the fence. Somebody tested a kazoo. Through the window came the unmistakable rustle of expensive wrapping paper. Molly whispered, “We enter as clowns, take the presents, and leave before cake.” Bill said, “Brilliant. What if the children ask for balloon animals?” He produced two costumes from a shopping bag. Molly’s was striped, sequined, and alarmingly small. Bill’s consisted mainly of a wig large enough to conceal several gift boxes and, possibly, their getaway driver. Their plan had three phases: mingle, acquire, escape. Bill wrote them on his cuff, though escape resembled asparagus. The getaway vehicle was a shopping trolley with one rebellious wheel. Molly packed sacks marked LAUNDRY. Bill packed smoke bombs before discovering they were party poppers. At noon, children poured inside wearing pirate hats. Molly checked her watch. Bill checked his reflection. His wig had slipped, so he saluted the toaster.