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Molly spread a crayon map across the kitchen table while Bill examined a photograph of the birthday venue with suspicion. “The clown guards the front door, but the bouncy castle offers excellent cover if you can stop bouncing long enough.” Bill adjusted his burglar mask, which had become tangled in his party hat, giving him a look of permanent surprise. “I can stop bouncing whenever I like. The problem is starting again without alerting the children or injuring my knees.” Molly circled the present table, then drew arrows toward the cake, where diversionary opportunities seemed both plentiful and potentially delicious. “At three, we unleash the piñata early. Everyone scrambles for sweets, and we collect every present before anyone notices us.” Bill considered this plan while peeling a banana with the solemnity of a safecracker confronting an especially yellow combination lock. “What if the gifts are disappointing? I once stole a box containing socks and had nightmares about laundry for weeks.” Molly produced two clown noses. Bill put his on, immediately honked accidentally, and triggered the neighbor’s furious barking dachshund outside. “Then we return the socks anonymously. Now practice looking innocent, and remember: nobody suspects a clown carrying twenty wrapped boxes.”