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Molly unrolled the blueprint across Bill's kitchen table, pinning one corner with a rubber duck and the other with a sock full of pennies. "The party starts at two. We break in as clowns, empty the gift table, and leave before the magician finishes sawing that poor volunteer in half," Molly said. Bill squinted at the drawing, which consisted mostly of a bouncy castle and several aggressively happy giraffes. "Why clowns? I look suspicious in cheerful trousers," Bill asked. "Because nobody questions a clown carrying forty gift bags," Molly replied. "They simply assume innocence, poor judgment, and worse footwear." He considered this while the duck slowly rolled onto the floor. Somewhere next door, a dog began barking with the weary persistence of an underpaid security guard. "Fine. But if we are stealing from children, I want it noted that I suggested waiting until they had eaten cake. Sticky children are faster than they look," Bill said. "Noted. Also, your clown name is Lord Wobble. Try to look less like a man contemplating several felonies this afternoon," Molly said. Bill saluted with the sock, scattering pennies everywhere. Molly sighed. Their getaway driver, Bill's grandmother, honked twice impatiently from her scooter outside.