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Molly and Bill crouched behind a massive inflatable unicorn, its vibrant colors oddly comforting amid their shifty scheme. “Alright, Bill,” Molly whispered, adjusting her beanie. “We in and out like ninjas, right?” “More like ninj-less,” Bill smirked, clutching a sack the size of his ambition. “You sure we’ll fit? I mean, have you seen the size of that cake?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Focus, Bill. We don’t want the kids to spot us. Just keep your eyes on the prize.” “Prize? You mean the giant stuffed bear? It’s practically a small car!” “Exactly! And that’s why we’re here. You distract the clowns, I’ll grab the gifts.” “Clowns? You couldn’t have picked a less terrifying distraction?” Bill gulped. “What if they start juggling me?” “Then you just juggle them back! Just remember: we’re thieves, not terrified toddlers. You can do this!” “Alright, but if I see a pie-in-the-face gag, I’m bailing.” Bill took a deep breath and peeked out from behind the unicorn. “What’s the plan again?” “Stick to the shadows, avoid sticky fingers, and don’t trip over the obstacle course.” “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one with a knack for gravity!” Molly snickered, shaking her head. “Let’s do this, gravity boy!”