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Molly adjusted her plastic clown nose and sighed. “This is the dumbest plan we’ve ever had, Bill.” Bill tightened his rainbow wig. “Nah, nah, think about it. No security, no alarms—just cake, kids, and full-on chaos. Easiest score of our lives.” “We’re dressed as clowns, Bill. Clowns. You know what kids do to clowns? They scream. They cry. They throw cake.” “Exactly!” Bill grinned. “While they’re busy losing their tiny minds, we grab the presents and hightail it out the back. No one suspects the clowns.” Molly folded her arms. “And how do we explain a sack full of toys to the getaway driver?” “Uh… charity?” “Oh, sure. Two known thieves suddenly get philanthropic?” Bill wiggled his oversized shoes. “Look, if it goes south, we’ll just say we’re performance artists.” “Performance artists don’t steal LEGO sets, Bill.” “They do if the art is commentary on consumerism!” Molly groaned. “Fine. But if one of those little demons bites me, I’m throwing you under the bouncy castle.” “Deal. Now let’s go make some memories—mostly traumatic ones.” Molly sighed. “I hate this job.” Bill adjusted his red nose. “No, you don’t. You love it.” She smirked. “Yeah. I really do.”