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Molly flattened the party invitation on the steering wheel while Bill adjusted his false moustache, which immediately slid sideways and made him look like a disappointed walrus. “We enter as clowns. You juggle, I smile, and nobody suspects a thing,” Molly said. “I absolutely cannot juggle,” Bill said. He demonstrated by dropping three party bags, his keys, and the invitation into a puddle shaped like Australia. “Then hold the balloons and look employable. We have twenty minutes, three sacks, and a getaway tricycle,” Molly replied. “Why a tricycle?” Bill asked. Molly pointed at the driveway, where a tiny tricycle waited beside a huge, ribboned pile of gifts. “Because the van has a dent, and your driving made the magician cry,” Molly said. “He cried before I drove,” Bill whispered. “He was talented. Focus. Presents first, cake second, and no stealing anything that sings,” Molly said. “What about the enormous teddy bear?” Bill asked. “Especially that. It has a recording device, a judging expression, and probably legal counsel,” Molly said. “Fine. But if we get caught, I am blaming your plan,” Bill said. Inside, children cheered. Bill sighed, mounted the tricycle, and immediately rode into the catering tent. Molly applauded anyway.