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The dim glow of a single bulb flickered above Molly and Bill’s heads as they hunched over a crumpled napkin covered in scribbled plans. The faint scent of stale coffee lingered in the air. “Listen,” Molly whispered, jabbing a finger at the napkin. “The kid’s party is at 3 PM sharp. That’s when we strike.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “A child’s birthday party? Seriously? What are we stealing, crayons?” Molly rolled her eyes. “No, you idiot. The *presents*. Parents these days shell out serious cash for little Timmy’s robot dog or whatever.” Bill scratched his scruffy chin, considering this. “Fair point. But how do we get in without looking suspicious?” “We dress as clowns,” Molly said with a grin, pulling two oversized red noses from her bag. Bill stared at them, horrified. “Clowns? I hate clowns.” “Too bad,” Molly snapped. “It’s perfect. Everyone loves clowns—they’re practically invisible at parties. We blend in, grab the loot, and vanish before anyone notices.” Bill sighed, reluctantly taking a nose. “Fine. But if some kid asks me to make a balloon animal, I’m out.” Molly smirked. “Deal. Just remember—no stealing the cake.” “Noted,” Bill muttered, slipping the nose on. “This better be worth it.” “Trust me,” Molly said, adjusting her clown wig. “It’s going to be a *hilarious* heist.”