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Molly adjusted the oversized bow tie around her neck, squinting at her reflection in the vanity mirror. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, tugging at the frilly pink dress that clung to her like a second skin. "I look like a giant marshmallow." Bill, already dressed in a matching outfit—complete with a top hat that made him look like a deranged circus clown—grinned. "You look *adorable*." Molly shot him a glare. "I look like a walking crime scene." "Exactly," Bill said, adjusting his hat. "Who’d suspect two grown adults in kids’ costumes? We’ll blend right in." Molly sighed, grabbing a stuffed unicorn from the backseat. "I still don’t see why we couldn’t just dress as normal people." Bill waved a hand. "Too obvious. Besides, kids’ parties are the perfect cover. No one pays attention to the weirdos in the corner." Molly rolled her eyes. "Speak for yourself. I’m the one who has to carry this ridiculous plush." Bill patted her shoulder. "Think of it as a distraction. If anyone asks, you’re just a very enthusiastic party guest." Molly groaned. "I’m going to need therapy after this." Bill winked. "Only if we get caught. Now come on, the party starts in ten minutes, and we’ve got presents to pilfer." Molly sighed again, but followed him out of the van, clutching the unicorn like a shield. This was going to be the worst heist of her life.