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Molly adjusted the oversized bowtie around her neck, squinting at her reflection in the stolen compact mirror. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, tugging at the ruffled shirt sleeves that kept slipping down her arms. "I look like a rejected circus clown." Bill, already dressed in a too-tight tuxedo with a name tag that read "Uncle Dave," leaned against the van’s door, grinning. "You look like a kid who’s about to score big." Molly rolled her eyes. "And you look like a guy who’s about to get arrested for impersonating a relative." She gestured at the name tag. "Uncle Dave? Really?" Bill shrugged. "It was the only one left. Besides, kids don’t check names. They just want cake and presents." Molly sighed, stuffing the mirror into her back pocket. "Fine. But if I have to high-five a single child, I’m out." Bill clapped his hands together. "Deal. Now, remember—we go in, grab the loot, and make a clean exit before the piñata gets busted. No heroics." Molly smirked. "Since when do I do heroics?" Bill pointed at her. "Since you tried to save that squirrel last week." Molly groaned. "That was different. It was *trapped*." Bill chuckled, opening the van door. "Come on, partner. Let’s go steal some toys before the birthday girl starts opening them." Molly followed, muttering, "I still say we should’ve hit a jewelry store." Bill winked. "Where’s the fun in that?" They stepped out into the sunlight, heading toward the sound of laughter and the promise of easy prey.