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Molly adjusted her fake clown nose and scowled. “Bill, this is the dumbest plan you’ve ever had, and that includes the time you tried to steal a dolphin.” Bill tightened the polka-dot suspenders of his oversized costume. “No, no, hear me out. Kids’ parties are *perfect*. The parents are distracted, the security’s non-existent, and the loot is all in one place—wrapped and ready. Plus, we look hilarious.” He did a wobbly cartwheel for emphasis. “We look like we escaped from a low-budget circus,” Molly muttered, eyeing her rainbow wig in a pocket mirror. “What if someone recognizes us?” “Recognize us? Molly, we’re wearing neon overalls and squeaky shoes. We’re invisible.” He grabbed a half-inflated balloon and twisted it into a lopsided sword. “I’ll keep the kids busy with balloon animals—bad ones—while you grab the presents. They’ll never suspect a thing.” Molly sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this… but fine. If we get caught, though, I’m blaming the clown makeup.” Bill grinned, smearing his face paint further. “That’s the spirit! Now, remember: if things go south, just scream ‘PINATA’ and make a run for it.” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “I hate my life.” “No, you hate *not* being rich,” Bill corrected. “Now let’s go rob some toddlers.”