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The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the abandoned warehouse where Molly and Bill sat hunched over a map of the neighborhood. A single flickering bulb swung above them, casting erratic shadows on the walls. Molly tapped the map with her pen, her fiery red hair bouncing as she leaned forward. “Alright, Bill, here’s the plan,” she said, her voice low but brimming with excitement. “The party’s at the Anderson place. Starts at noon. They’re gonna have a bouncy castle, a clown, and—get this—a piñata shaped like a unicorn. That thing’s probably stuffed with candy, but we’re not here for the candy.” Bill squinted at the map, scratching his scruffy beard. “So we’re robbing a kid’s birthday party? Molly, I thought we were professionals. This is... kinda low, even for us.” Molly rolled her eyes and flicked his arm. “Oh, come on, Bill. Think about it. Parents drop hundreds of dollars on those gifts. We’re talking smartphones, gaming consoles, designer toys—all wrapped up in shiny paper, begging to be liberated. And the best part? Everyone’s distracted by the clown. No one’s gonna notice us slipping in and out.” Bill leaned back in his creaky chair, folding his arms. “And how, exactly, do you plan on sneaking into a backyard full of screaming kids and hyperactive dogs?” Molly grinned, pulling out two costumes from a bag behind her. One was a rainbow-colored clown suit complete with oversized shoes and a curly wig. The other was a unicorn onesie with a glittery horn. “We’re going undercover,” she said, tossing the unicorn outfit at Bill. “You’re the unicorn. I’m the clown. We blend in, grab the gifts, and disappear before anyone even notices.” Bill stared at the unicorn costume, his expression somewhere between disbelief and horror. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m not wearing that.” Molly wagged a finger at him. “Oh, yes, you are. Unless you’ve got a better idea?” Bill sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine. But if anyone takes a picture of me in that thing, I’m outing you to the cops.” Molly laughed, clapping her hands. “Deal! Now, here’s the timeline: we arrive at noon, sneak in during the piñata chaos, grab the gifts from the designated ‘present table,’ and stash them in the clown car—which, by the way, I’ve already procured.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Clown car? You didn’t think to mention that earlier?” “Details, details,” Molly said, waving him off. “The car’s parked two blocks away. We load up, ditch the costumes, and split the loot. Easy peasy.” Bill muttered under his breath, “Easy peasy. Right. Just your average Tuesday.” Molly stood, draping the clown suit over her arm. “Cheer up, Bill. By this time tomorrow, we’ll be sitting on a mountain of presents. And hey, if we’re lucky, maybe the piñata will have cash in it.” Bill snorted, reluctantly pulling on the unicorn costume. “You’ve got a twisted sense of ambition, you know that?” Molly grinned, adjusting her curly wig. “That’s why you love me, Bill. Now let’s go make some kids cry.”