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Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her forehead and squinted at the inflatable bounce castle. "You’re telling me we’re robbing a *five-year-old’s* birthday party?" Bill, already halfway into a rainbow-striped onesie, zipped up the last few inches with a grunt. "Not robbing. *Liberating*. Those presents are just sitting there, begging to be reallocated to a more deserving cause." "Like our empty bank accounts?" "Exactly. And think of the *artistry* of it. No alarms, no guards—just a bunch of sugar-high toddlers who’ll assume we’re part of the entertainment." Molly plucked a balloon animal from a nearby table and twisted it into a lopsided giraffe. "And if someone *does* question us?" Bill pulled a whoopee cushion from his pocket and gave it a test squeeze. "Then we gaslight them into thinking they’re the ones who forgot to hire clowns." He tossed the cushion onto a chair, where it let out a wet *pfft*. "See? Instant distraction." Molly sighed, tucking the giraffe into her belt like a tiny, sad weapon. "Fine. But if I get glitter in my hair, I’m taking it out of your cut." Bill grinned, adjusting his oversized bowtie. "Deal. Now, let’s go *un*-wrap some justice."