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Molly spread the party invitation on the steering wheel and weighed it down with a crowbar. Bill peered through binoculars at the garden below, where a bouncy castle shuddered beneath thirty screaming children. “We enter as clowns, seize every present, and vanish before the cake arrives,” she said. Bill lowered the binoculars. “Finally, a plan that respects my dignity.” Molly tossed him a rainbow wig. He caught it with his face. The present table stood beside the magician’s tent, glittering with parcels and guarded by a grandmother knitting something alarmingly large. Molly marked three entrances: the gate, the hedge, and a side flap marked BOUNCY CASTLE, which Bill insisted was not an entrance until she promised he could go first. Their getaway vehicle was an ice cream van. Unfortunately, its musical horn played whenever Bill touched the steering wheel, handbrake, or, mysteriously, the radio. Molly packed sacks, tape, and thirty distracting kazoos. Bill packed sandwiches, because he understood priorities. At noon, they approached the gate. A small girl in a fairy costume stopped them, inspected Bill’s squeaking shoes, and asked whether they had brought the pony. Behind her, the grandmother rose. Molly quietly confiscated Bill’s crowbar. His nose honked twice.