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Molly adjusted her oversized clown nose and frowned. “Bill, you sure this disguise will work?” Bill tightened the rainbow wig perched on his head. “Relax, Molls. No one suspects clowns. Especially not at a kid’s birthday party.” “Right, because clowns aren’t terrifying at all.” Molly rolled her eyes. “You realize we’re basically monsters, stealing from a bunch of five-year-olds?” “Nah, we’re doing ‘em a favor.” Bill shrugged. “Kids today have too many toys. We’re just… redistributing the wealth.” Molly snorted. “Wow. Justifying petty theft with social commentary. Classy.” “Stick to the plan: distract ‘em with magic tricks, swipe the presents while they’re cake-drunk, and boom—retirement fund.” “Magic tricks? You don’t know any.” “I can make a napkin disappear!” Bill demonstrated, promptly dropping it on the floor. Molly facepalmed. “We’re doomed.” “Trust me, Molls. By the time they realize the presents are gone, we’ll be halfway to Vegas.” She sighed. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the clown thing.” Bill grinned. “Deal. Now, ready to go ruin some childhoods?” Molly adjusted her oversized shoes. “Ugh. Remind me why I partner with you again?” “Because no one else puts up with your nonsense.” “Fair.” She smirked. “Let’s go rob a birthday party.”