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Molly adjusted her oversized clown wig and glared at Bill. “You’re telling me the *best* disguise you could come up with was a guy in a dinosaur costume?” Bill flexed his foam T-Rex arms. “Kids love dinosaurs. I blend in. Also, limited arm mobility—perfect alibi if someone asks why I’m not helping with the piñata.” “You look like a drunk lizard. And what’s with the squeaky shoes?” “Authenticity! Ever met a silent dinosaur? No. Because they’re *extinct*.” He stomped, emitting a high-pitched *eeek*. “See? Distraction tactic.” Molly rubbed her temples. “We’re stealing from *babies*, Bill. Do you have even a *shred* of moral flexibility?” “First, they’re *toddlers*—tiny tyrants with sticky fingers and zero impulse control. Second, have you *seen* the price of Legos? We’re doing their parents a favor. Third—” He pulled out a party invitation. “—it says ‘no gifts over $20.’ *Amateurs.* We’ll be in and out before the cake’s even cut.” Molly sighed. “Fine. But if a three-year-old outsmarts you, I’m leaving you in the ball pit.” Bill gasped. “You wouldn’t.” “Try me, *Rex*.”