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Molly adjusted her fake mustache in the rearview mirror while Bill fiddled with a walkie-talkie. "You sure this is the right party?" he asked, squinting at a glittery invitation. "Positive," Molly said. "Little Timmy Wellington’s sixth birthday. Rich parents, spoiled kid—prime loot." Bill frowned. "There’s a clown." "So?" "I hate clowns." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re a professional thief, Bill. Act like one." She shoved a pink balloon animal into his hands. "Here, blend in." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if that clown tries to hug me, I’m running." Molly checked her watch. "Okay, here’s the plan: you distract the parents with your ‘magic tricks’—" "Which I don’t know." "—while I load the presents into the piñata-shaped getaway car." Bill blinked. "We have a piñata-shaped getaway car?" "Surprise." Molly grinned. "Now, remember: if things go south, scream ‘Pin the tail on the donkey!’ and we bail." Bill nodded, then paused. "Wait, how do we carry all the presents?" Molly held up a giant sack labeled ‘SANTA’S SECRET STASH.’ Bill groaned. "We’re gonna die." "Only if you keep whining." Molly adjusted her mustache again. "Let’s go steal some Legos."