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The rainbow balloons bobbed cheerfully in the breeze as Molly crouched behind a suspiciously short hedge, adjusting her oversized clown wig. "Remind me again why we’re robbing a bunch of sugar-crazed six-year-olds?" Bill, already halfway through a stolen juice box, wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. "Because, my dear, *no one* suspects the guy in the face paint. Also, have you *seen* the price of LEGO these days? We’re basically performing a public service—redistributing wealth from rich parents to *us*." Molly side-eyed the piñata shaped like a unicorn. "You realize that’s just a paper mache money trap, right? One wrong swing and we’re up to our knees in glitter and tears." "Exactly!" Bill grinned, tugging at his fake mustache. "Chaos is our ally. You create a diversion—maybe ‘accidentally’ set the bouncy castle loose—and I’ll swoop in like Santa on a sugar high. In and out before the cake’s even cut." Molly sighed, watching a kid in a dinosaur costume faceplant into a cupcake. "Fine. But if I have to listen to one more rendition of *Baby Shark*, I’m taking a hostage." She cracked her knuckles. "Let’s go ruin some childhoods."