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Molly adjusted the oversized clown nose while Bill struggled to tie his balloon animal into something resembling a dog. The van smelled like cheap face paint and regret. “This is the dumbest plan yet,” Bill muttered, twisting the green balloon into a questionable knot. Molly tossed him a rainbow wig. “Relax. No one suspects clowns. Especially not at a six-year-old’s birthday party.” Outside, the sounds of squealing children and off-key karaoke drifted through the cracked window. Molly checked the duffel bag—empty, save for a few stray candy wrappers. “We go in, distract with balloon animals, grab the presents, and vanish before the cake’s even cut.” Bill frowned. “What if someone notices?” “Then we do the one thing clowns do best.” She grinned. “Run away screaming.” A sudden burst of party horns made them both jump. Bill sighed and pulled the wig over his head. “I hate my life.” Molly slapped on a manic smile. “Break a leg. Or, you know, a piñata.” They stepped out into the chaos, their ridiculous disguises blending perfectly into the madness. The heist was on.