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Behind the garden shed, Molly unfolded a very crumpled map. "Right, Bill, the Henderson twins' party is Saturday, one p.m., bouncy castle, cake, and mountains of loot." "Loot? Molly, it's a kids' party. They'll have, like, dinosaur books and socks." "Exactly. Kids never need that much wrapping paper. We'll be rich on bouncy castles alone." "We can't just walk in. Last time you tried, a clown chased us with a balloon sword." "This time we wear disguises. You be the birthday boy. I'll be his mum." "I'm forty-two, Molly. I have a beard and back pain." "Perfect. The littles will think you're a very tall, very tired birthday boy." "And you? You look nothing like a mum. You look like a burglar." "I'll wear a cardigan over my balaclava. Instant mum camouflage. Nobody suspects cardigans." "What's our escape vehicle? The wheelbarrow again? With the squeaky wheel?" "No, we steal the bouncy castle truck. We inflate it, load presents, and bounce away screaming." "Brilliant. The police will never catch a bouncing truck full of dinosaurs." "Okay, partner. Saturday, we become legends of the gift table. And terrible parents." "Naturally, Molly. Naturally." Bill nodded solemnly, already reaching for the glue stick again.