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Molly spread the map across Bill’s knees. “Right, we go in as magicians. You carry the rabbit, I carry the sack, and nobody suspects a thing until the birthday cake starts levitating.” “Why does the cake levitate?” “Because you’ll be underneath it, wearing the tablecloth.” “I thought I was the rabbit.” “You are. A rabbit with options.” “Excellent. What’s my alibi?” “You’re six, emotionally, and adorable, allegedly.” “And the presents?” “Load them into the clown car while I distract everyone with balloon animals.” “You can’t make balloon animals.” “Exactly. Pandemonium.” “What about the clown?” “He’s our getaway driver.” “Does he know?” “He will when you hand him this invoice.” “It says, ‘Bounce castle emergency.’” “Precisely. Grab the presents, avoid the toddlers, and never accept a goody bag.” “Why not?” “Security tags. Also, you cried at the last piñata.” “It looked at me first.” Bill nodded with tremendous, entirely unwarranted confidence. “One more thing. If anyone asks, we’re there for the charity auction.” “What charity?” “Us.” Somewhere nearby, a clown honked twice. “Molly, that clown just recognized you.” “Good. Tell him the rabbit’s negotiating, then start the engine before he remembers prison.” “On it. Should I bring the cake?” “Obviously, Bill.”