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“You sure this is a good idea?” Bill adjusted his fake mustache in the rearview mirror. “Relax,” Molly said, tossing him a neon party hat. “Kids’ birthday parties are the easiest scores. No one suspects the clown.” “You’re not dressed as a clown.” “I’m wearing suspenders and rainbow socks. That’s clown-adjacent.” Molly unfolded a crinkled map of the backyard. “Presents are stacked by the pinata. We grab, we go.” “What about security?” “The only muscle there is a six-year-old named Timmy who thinks he’s a dinosaur.” Bill sighed. “Last time you said ‘no security,’ it was a retired K-9 unit.” “That dog just wanted belly rubs. Besides, this is foolproof. Everyone’s distracted by cake and tears.” “What if we get caught?” Molly rolled her eyes. “We’ll say we’re estranged relatives. No one remembers all the aunts and uncles.” Bill hesitated. “I dunno. Feels wrong stealing from kids.” “They’re rich kids, Bill. The gifts are all iPads and ponies.” “Ponies don’t fit in the getaway car.” Molly grinned. “That’s why we’re taking the bouncy castle truck.”