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Molly adjusted her fake mustache and squinted at the party invitation. "Bill, this says 'Princess Sparkle’s 6th Birthday.' We’re robbing a *kindergartener*?" Bill tightened the straps on his oversized clown shoes. "Think bigger, Moll. Kids these days get iPads, gold bracelets—heck, little Timmy next door got a *pony* last year." "A pony?" Molly frowned. "Where’d they even keep it?" "Not the point. The point is, we walk in, blend in with the parents, grab the loot, and vanish before anyone notices the magician’s missing his rabbit *and* the presents." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you *and* these ridiculous shoes." Bill grinned, adjusting his rainbow wig. "Relax. What’s the worst that could happen?" Just then, a tiny voice piped up behind them. "Are you the clown?" They turned to see a wide-eyed girl in a tiara. Molly froze. Bill coughed. "Uh… surprise! I’m *Clowny the Hilarious*!" He honked his nose. The girl stared. "You’re weird." Molly grabbed Bill’s arm. "We’re leaving." "But the loot—" "*Now.*" As they hobbled away, the girl yelled, "Mom! The clown’s stealing his own shoes!"