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The rain hammered against the tin roof of their getaway van as Molly adjusted her neon pink wig. "Are you sure this is the best disguise?" Bill asked, tugging at his oversized clown nose. "Absolutely," Molly replied. "Nobody suspects a clown and a princess at a birthday bash." Bill sighed heavily, wiping greasepaint from his forehead. "Stealing from toddlers feels wrong, Mol." "Think of the electronics," she countered sharply. "Tablets, gaming consoles, enough cash to retire." "What if they cry?" Bill whispered nervously. "Then we cry with them," Molly said, checking her lockpick set. "It's part of the act." Bill peeked through the dirty windshield at the brightly lit house. "That bounce house looks unstable." "Perfect distraction," Molly grinned. "When it pops, we grab the loot pile." "And the cake?" Bill asked hopefully. "No eating on the job," she scolded. "Focus, Bill. We hit the gift table, bag everything, and vanish before the magic show starts." "Magic show?" Bill's eyes widened in terror. "Did you say a magician?" "Yes, now stop whining," Molly ordered, opening the van door. "Remember, we are here for the presents, not the entertainment." "But I love magic tricks," Bill muttered under his breath. "Less talking, more stealing," Molly commanded, stepping into the downpour. Bill followed reluctantly, his red shoes squeaking on the wet pavement as they approached the festive disaster waiting to happen.