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Molly unrolled the stolen seating chart across Bill's kitchen table, weighing down its corners with a rubber duck, two cold sausages, and Bill's unfinished apology to his landlord. Outside, the neighborhood slept. Inside, crime wore paper hats. "We enter through the bouncy castle, grab every present, and leave before the magician produces anything else regrettable," Molly whispered. Bill frowned at the crayoned diagram. "That is not an entrance. That is where I lost my dignity, my trousers, and apparently your respect." Molly tapped the magician, drawn with unfortunate accuracy. "Focus. You will distract the clown while I crack the gift table," she said. "Crack it? It is a table, Molly, not a safe with delightful wrapping," Bill protested. "Then why does it have a padlock?" Molly asked. Bill studied the padlock she had sketched beside the cake. "Fair point. What about the children?" he admitted. "We tell them we are entertainers," Molly said. "Entertainers who own a getaway van?" Bill asked. "Very mobile entertainers. Stop asking questions and put on the giraffe costume, please, Bill," Molly replied. Bill sighed, stepped into the spotted legs, and immediately became trapped in the costume's second neck. Molly reconsidered letting him handle the presents.