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Molly leaned against the shabby wooden table, a smirk spreading across her face as she surveyed the blueprints spread out before them. "A children's party, Bill? Really?" Bill, fiddling with a sticky note stuck to his sleeve, looked up with a wicked grin. "Come on, Molly, think about it. Who's going to suspect two well-dressed party entertainers? We'll be in and out before they even miss the piñata." Molly rolled her eyes, but there was a sparkle in them, a sign she was warming to the idea. “You’re suggesting we pose as clowns?” Bill straightened his imaginary tie. “Not just clowns, Molly. We’ll be the life of the party. Face painting, balloon animals, the whole bit.” She laughed, a rich sound that filled the cramped room. “I guess that makes me—what? Muffin the Magnificent?” “Perfect! And I, dear Muffin, shall be Jolly Bill. We’ll bring our own goody bags, filled with the loot.” Molly raised an eyebrow. “And the security? Helicopter parents wielding smartphones, ready to film our every move?” Bill winked. “Leave it to Jolly Bill. We’ll have them eating out of our hands.” Caught up in the excitement, Molly twisted a curl around her finger. “Alright, Jolly Bill. Let’s crash a party.”