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Molly leaned over the table, her eyes gleaming. "Alright, Bill, here’s the plan. We hit the Johnson’s kid’s party tomorrow. They’re rich, and their brat’s turning six. Prime loot." Bill scratched his chin. "A kid’s party? What’re we stealing, crayons and juice boxes?" "Presents, Bill. Expensive ones. Think LEGO sets, iPads, and whatever trendy plastic junk parents waste money on." Molly grinned. "And the best part? No security. Just parents distracted by sugar-high brats." Bill frowned. "What if someone catches us?" "We’re dressed as clowns. Nobody questions clowns. Besides, if things go south, we toss glitter and run. Works every time." Bill snorted. "Glitter? That’s your emergency plan?" "Yes, glitter. It’s chaos in a bottle. You throw it, and everyone panics. Ever tried cleaning glitter out of a carpet? It’s a nightmare." Bill shrugged. "Alright, clown suits and glitter. But what about the kid? Won’t they notice their presents disappearing?" "Kid’s six. We distract them with a balloon animal and a lollipop. Trust me, they’ll forget their own name." Bill chuckled. "You’re diabolical. Fine, let’s do it. But if I end up covered in frosting, I’m blaming you." Molly clapped her hands. "Deal. Tomorrow, we’re the most sinister clowns this neighborhood’s ever seen."