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The air in the van was thick with the smell of stale coffee and desperation. Molly stared at the blueprints, her brow furrowed. “Okay, final run-through. We go in disguised as the clowns, ‘Binky’ and ‘Fumbles’.” Bill, polishing a stun gun shaped like a bubble wand, snorted. “Fumbles? You’re setting me up for failure. My name is ‘Zanzo the Magnificent’.” “Your only magic trick is making a bag of chips disappear. Focus. We mingle, we do the ‘Happy Hedgehog’ dance, we create a diversion with the confetti cannon.” “The sweets are the real score, Molls. The piñata’s filled with premium chocolate. It’s a liquid asset.” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “We’re not here for the candy, Bill. We’re here for the glitter-painted ceramics and the toy cash registers. High-value, low-security. After my solo balloon animal masterpiece draws the crowd, you hit the gift table.” Bill grinned, holding up a giant net. “And I scoop the lot. They’ll be too busy crying over your poodle to notice. It’s genius.” “It’s a birthday party for six-year-olds, Bill. The only thing genius here is our profound lack of life choices.” She sighed, pulling on a giant red nose. “Let’s go. The cake’s at two.”