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Behind the hedges of number twelve, Molly unfolded a crayon drawing of the garden while Bill struggled into a waistcoat spotted with yellow ducks. Beyond the fence, children shrieked beneath a paper banner, and a clown inflated something that might become a dog or a lawsuit. Molly whispered, “Bill, remind me why our criminal masterpiece involves a bouncy castle.” Bill adjusted his balloons. “Because security expects masks, not a man carrying forty balloons and weeping.” She pointed at the clown. “You are weeping because the clown tied your giraffe to your ankle.” Bill nodded gravely. “Focus. At three, the magician saws the birthday cake in half.” Molly folded the map. “Then I grab every present, you release the balloons, and we escape through the ball pit.” He asked, “Brilliant. What about the children?” Molly said, “Distraction. You juggle.” Bill admitted, “I cannot juggle.” Molly grinned. “Exactly. They will laugh so hard, nobody notices us filling the sack.” Bill whispered, eyeing the sack, “And if they notice?” Molly said, handing him three oranges, “Tell them it is an interactive robbery. Parents love educational entertainment.” Beside Bill, the balloon giraffe suddenly exploded, and every child turned toward the hedge in solemn silence.