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Molly adjusted her fake mustache in the rearview mirror while Bill fiddled with a party hat two sizes too small. "You sure this is the right move?" Bill asked, squashing the hat onto his head. "Stealing from kids feels... icky." Molly scoffed. "They’re *rich* kids, Bill. They’ll get new toys before the tears even dry. Plus, have you seen the size of those gift bags? We’re talking top-tier loot." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, we’re telling the cops we’re clowns. Professional ones." "Deal." Molly pulled out a map of the backyard. "Okay, here’s the plan: You distract the parents with your ‘magic tricks’—" "My *what*?" "—while I load the presents into the piñata-shaped getaway van." Bill blinked. "We have a piñata van?" "We *will* in ten minutes. I bribed a guy." A beat. "You’re terrifying." Molly grinned. "Stick with me, Bill. By tonight, we’ll be knee-deep in finger paints and disappointment." Bill groaned. "I *hate* finger paints." "Then grab the confetti bombs and let’s go. Time’s wasting, and the cake’s calling my name." Bill shook his head. "Remind me why I partner with you?" "Because no one else tolerates your whining." "Fair."