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Molly adjusted her fake mustache in the rearview mirror, frowning. "I still think the clown costume was overkill." Bill tightened his rainbow wig and sighed. "We blend in. That’s the genius of it. Nobody suspects clowns." "Everyone suspects clowns," Molly muttered. "Especially when they’re carrying a giant sack labeled ‘Loot.’" Bill glanced at the sack, then hastily turned it inside out. "Better?" "No. Now it just says ‘Toys’ in glitter. You’re *terrible* at this." "I’m improvisational. Besides, kids love glitter." Bill checked his watch. "Party’s in five. You got the distraction ready?" Molly held up a whoopee cushion and a smoke bomb. "Classics never fail." Bill grinned. "Perfect. You cause chaos, I grab the goods." "What’s my cut?" "Thirty percent." Molly scoffed. "Fifty. I’m the one risking my dignity with the whoopee cushion." "Fine," Bill grumbled. "But you’re also on cupcake duty." "Deal." They fist-bumped just as a patrol car rolled past. Both froze, then burst into exaggerated clown laughter until it turned the corner. Molly exhaled. "We are *so* going to jail." Bill adjusted his giant shoes. "Worth it."