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Molly adjusted her fake mustache and squinted at the party invitation. “Bill, are you sure this is the right address?” Bill tugged at his clown suit, which was two sizes too small. “Positive. Little Timmy’s sixth birthday. Rich kid, rich presents. It’s foolproof.” “We’re dressed as a clown and a magician, Bill. We’re the fools.” “Relax. Kids love clowns.” “Kids *fear* clowns. And magicians. And people who show up uninvited.” Bill waved her off. “We’re ‘entertainers.’ They’ll be so dazzled by my balloon animals, they won’t even notice you stuffing the gifts into your oversized hat.” Molly sighed. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” “Deal. Now, remember the plan: distract, grab, and—” “—run like hell when the parents realize we’re not the hired help.” Bill grinned. “Exactly. Oh, and one more thing.” He handed her a whoopee cushion. Molly stared at it. “What’s this for?” “Diversion. Pop it during the cake cutting. Chaos ensues.” “You’re a genius.” “I know.” Molly pocketed the cushion. “Let’s go steal some Legos.”