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Molly spread the birthday invitation across the kitchen table and weighted its corners with stolen sugar packets. Across from her, Bill studied a crayon map of the community center, where tomorrow’s party promised cake, balloons, and an alarming mountain of presents. “We enter as clowns, distract everyone, and take the presents,” Molly said. “I hate clowns. Also, that sounds suspiciously like actual clowning,” Bill said. He tapped the map with a sausage roll. The main entrance was guarded by a grandmother, the side door by a bouncy castle, and the emergency exit by a sign that Bill, unusually, respected. Molly drew a dotted line through the kitchen, past the cake, and into the gift room. Their getaway vehicle, disguised as an ice cream van, waited outside with its engine repaired and its music permanently stuck on a cheerful jingle. Bill produced two enormous shoes and a red nose. Molly inspected the shoes, then glanced at his feet. Neither shoe matched the other, and both squeaked whenever anyone looked at them. Still, she nodded. A perfect disguise, she decided, was one nobody would want to examine closely. Outside, the van played its jingle again, sounding remarkably like a distant police siren.