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Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the wrought-iron fence, eyeing the brightly colored balloons bobbing in the breeze. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? It looks like a rainbow exploded here." Bill scratched his stubble and squinted at the invitation in his hand. "Positive. The kid’s name is Timothy. Rich parents, spoiled brat. Presents will be top-tier." Molly smirked. "So we’re robbing a five-year-old? That’s a new low, even for us." "Hey, crime’s crime," Bill said, shrugging. "Besides, we’re not taking his toys. Just the *good* stuff—electronics, jewelry, maybe a solid gold train set." Molly snorted. "A gold train set? You’ve been watching too many cartoons." "Maybe," Bill admitted. "But think about it—we waltz in, blend with the kids, and when the cake comes out, we make our move." Molly crossed her arms. "And how exactly do we blend in? I look like a disgruntled penguin in this getup." Bill grinned. "You’re the clown. I’m the magician. Classic distraction technique." Molly groaned. "I hate clowns." "Too bad," Bill said, tossing her a red nose. "Time to earn your stripes, partner."