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“You’re kidding,” Molly said, adjusting her fake clown nose. “A kids’ party? That’s the big score?” Bill shrugged. “Easy in, easy out. No security, just cake-induced chaos. Plus, presents everywhere. Untapped market.” “Untapped—Bill, they’re wrapped in Toy Story paper.” “Exactly! Nobody suspects the clowns. We waltz in, distract ’em with balloon animals—” “You can’t make balloon animals.” “I’ll learn.” He waved a hand. “Point is, we grab the loot while they’re sugar-crashing. Clean, simple.” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “And when little Timmy catches us stuffing his new bike into a giant fake flower?” “Clown privilege. We’re above suspicion.” “Clown privilege isn’t a thing.” “It is today.” He tossed her a rainbow wig. “Look, worst case, we trip on our own shoes running away. Classic physical comedy. They’ll laugh so hard, they won’t call the cops.” Molly groaned. “If we get arrested, I’m telling them this was all your idea.” “Deal. But we’ll split the loot?” She sighed and slapped on the wig. “Fine. But if I have to honk a nose, I want the LEGOs.” “You drive a hard bargain.” Bill grinned. “Welcome to the world’s dumbest heist.”