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The inflatable clown sneered at Molly from the corner of the party supply warehouse, its painted grin mocking her current predicament. She tossed a grappling hook from hand to hand, eyes darting across the blueprint of the Thompson’s backyard—so many obstacles, so little time. Bill, ever the optimist, was busy stuffing his pockets with confetti bombs. "We’re stealing from a six-year-old’s birthday?" Molly hissed. Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which was already peeling. "Biggest haul of the season. You heard the rumors—gold-plated LEGOs, designer teddy bears." Molly sighed as she ran a finger along the blueprint’s dotted lines. "Guards?" "Two. The clown and the magician." "The clown’s just a guy in face paint." "Still terrifying." A beat passed. Molly folded the blueprint. "What’s the play?" Bill grinned. "You distract them with a tragic balloon animal. I’ll grab the loot and meet you at the bounce house exit." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is the dumbest plan we’ve ever had." Bill winked. "Best one, too."