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Molly adjusted her oversized clown wig and glared at Bill. “You’re telling me the *best* time to hit the piñata stash is *during* the cake?” Bill wiped frosting from his fake mustache. “Kid’s blowing out candles, parents are distracted, magician’s setting himself on fire—classic misdirection. We’re in, we’re out, we’re rich in Funbucks and whatever the hell a *Squishmallow* is.” “And if we get caught?” “Please. We’re dressed as a clown and a *very* convincing giraffe. Who’s gonna suspect *us*?” Molly sighed. “The giraffe costume was *your* idea. I look like a drunk spot check.” “You *are* a drunk spot check. Now focus—you grab the LEGO sets, I’ll hit the gift cards. And if anyone asks, we’re ‘entertainment.’” “What’s our act?” Bill grinned. “Improv. You juggle, I pretend to be your manager.” “Bill, I can’t juggle.” “Then *improvise*! Throw a kid’s juice box in the air and look panicked. Works every time.” Molly groaned. “This is why we’re not invited to real heists.” “Oh, we’re invited. We just keep getting *un*-invited. Now move—kids are singing *Happy Birthday* and I *hate* that song.”