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Molly crouched behind a bush, binoculars trained on the festive chaos of a child’s birthday party. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and a piñata hung menacingly from a tree. Bill adjusted his fake mustache—badly—and whispered, “You sure about this?” “Positive,” Molly said. “Presents are in the tent, guarded by a clown. Easy in, easy out.” “Clowns scare me.” “Professionally?” “Personally.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Here’s the plan: I’ll distract the clown with a tragic juggling accident. You grab the loot.” Bill frowned. “What if the kids cry?” “Then we’ll leave the consolation prizes.” “You mean the goody bags?” “Exactly. We’re thieves, not monsters.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But if that clown honks his nose at me, I’m out.” “Deal.” Molly stood, dusting off her pants. “Remember, Bill—speed, stealth, and no eating the cake.” “I make no promises.” They shared a grim nod and crept toward the party, unnoticed—until Bill tripped over a jump rope and face-planted into the bouncy castle. Molly groaned. “We’re gonna need a better distraction.” Bill’s muffled voice came from the inflatable depths: “Or a better partner!”