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Billstared at the crumpled clown suit. "Molly, this is insane. A children's party? We're breaking into a birthday bash? What's next? Stealing candy from a baby?" Molly adjusted her oversized red nose. "Bill, think of the loot! Toys, games, maybe even a pony if we're lucky. Kids don't guard presents like security at Fort Knox. It's practically a gift buffet!" Bill rubbed his temples. "A buffet? More like a trap. What if the birthday boy is a ninja? Or the cake is booby-trapped? And clowns? Seriously? You know I have a phobia, Molly." Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Phobia? That's just your way of saying you're not man enough for a little fun. Besides, the suit's on me. It's camouflage. Kids see clowns and think 'free hugs,' not 'armed robbers.' We blend right in." Bill sighed, looking at the suit again. "Blending in is one thing. Getting out with a sack full of Legos and a talking teddy bear is another. What's the exit strategy? Hide under the cake table?" Molly clapped her hands together. "Perfect! The cake table is the best spot. Kids will be too busy eating frosting to notice us stuffing their loot into the clown car. We hit it, we grab it, we bounce. Easy as pie... if pie wasn't made of sugar and disappointment." Bill looked at the suit, then at Molly's determined face. "Okay. But if we get caught, it's your nose. I'm blaming the clown makeup." Molly saluted with a finger. "Deal. Operation 'Steal the Sugar Rush' is a go. Let's make this birthday unforgettable... for everyone else."