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Molly peered over the fence, squinting at the bouncy castle. “You’re sure the kid’s loaded?” Bill adjusted his fake mustache, grinning. “Trust me. Five-year-old with a trust fund? That piñata’s stuffed with IOUs from daddy’s hedge fund.” “So we just… waltz in?” “Nah, we’re the entertainment. Clown and magician duo.” Bill pulled a rubber chicken from his jacket. “You’re the clown.” “No way. I hate clowns.” “Perfect! You’ll blend right in.” Molly groaned. “Fine. But how do we haul out the loot?” Bill tapped his nose. “Toy sacks. Dump the presents, fill ’em with balloons—total distraction.” “And the parents?” “Piñata protocol. Whack it too hard, candy rains down, chaos ensues.” Molly shook her head. “This is the dumbest plan we’ve ever had.” “Correction—it’s the dumbest plan that’ll make us rich.” He tossed her a red nose. “Now honk for freedom.” She sighed, squeezing the nose. It let out a pathetic squeak. Bill clapped. “Perfect. Let’s go rob some toddlers.”