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Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her head and squinted at the inflatable bounce castle. "You’re sure this is the plan? We’re robbing a *kids’ party*?" Bill, already halfway into a rainbow-striped onesie, shot her a look. "It’s genius. No security, no alarms, just a bunch of distracted parents and sugar-high toddlers. We waltz in, grab the loot, and waltz out before anyone notices." Molly plucked a juice box from a nearby table and took a sip. "I dunno, Bill. This feels wrong. Like, *morally* wrong." "Morally wrong?" Bill scoffed, stuffing a handful of balloons into his pockets. "We’re not hurting anyone. Those presents are just sitting there, wrapped in shiny paper, begging to be liberated." Molly sighed, watching a kid in a dinosaur costume face-plant into a pile of cake. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you. And I’m telling them you cried during *Frozen*." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, you take the left side of the gift table, I’ll take the right. And whatever you do—*don’t* make eye contact with the clown." Molly groaned. "There’s a clown?" Bill’s smile faltered. "…Maybe?"