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Molly adjusted the fake mustache glued above her lip, squinting at the party invitation in her hand. The backyard of the Thompson residence was a riot of balloons, streamers, and sugar-hyped children. Bill, dressed as a clown with suspiciously smeared makeup, nudged her with an elbow. "This is the dumbest plan we’ve ever had," he muttered, juggling three rubber balls—badly. One smacked a toddler in the face. The kid blinked, then burst into tears. Molly sighed. "We blend in. We grab the loot. We leave. Easy." "Easy? I’m sweating glitter!" Bill hissed, wiping his brow and leaving a rainbow streak. A piñata swung overhead, bursting under the assault of a blindfolded seven-year-old. Candy rained down like loot from a vault. Molly’s eyes gleamed. "See? Distraction built in." Bill groaned as a parent thrust a plate of cake into his hands. "I’m allergic to joy." "Just stick to the plan." "Which part? The part where we stuff a bouncy castle full of presents and roll it away?" Molly grinned. "Exactly." Across the yard, a child pointed at Bill. "That clown smells like bad decisions." Molly patted his shoulder. "You’re nailing this."