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Molly adjusted her tiny plastic tiara, glaring at Bill through the slit in his oversized clown mask. "This is the worst idea you have ever had, and that includes the time you tried to fence stolen garden gnomes." Bill shrugged, his red nose wobbling precariously. "Think of the loot, Molls. LEGO sets, remote control cars, enough candy to rot teeth for a decade. It's a goldmine." "A goldmine guarded by twenty sugar-crashed toddlers and a mom with a whistle," she hissed, peeking around the corner of the bouncy castle. "If we get caught, we'll be on every parenting blog in the tri-state area." "Relax. We go in during the magic show. Distraction is key." He pulled a squeaky hammer from his utility belt. "I'll disable the pinata security system." "There is no pinata security system, Bill. It's a paper mache donkey." "Exactly. Vulnerable." He grinned beneath the greasepaint. "Ready to make some fast cash?" Molly sighed, checking her watch. "Fine. But if I have to sing 'Happy Birthday' as a cover, I'm quitting the crew." "Deal. Now, let's go steal some Tickle Me Elmos before the cake cutting." They crept toward the gift table, trying desperately not to trip over their own oversized shoes while upbeat pop music blared in the background.