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Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her head 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, shrugged. "Desperate times, Mol. That bounce castle’s got a zipper. Easy in, easy out." "Easy out? We’re dressed like rejected *My Little Pony* extras!" She plucked at the sequined tutu clinging to her thighs. "Also, I’m pretty sure that kid over there just licked the piñata. That’s a biohazard." Bill waved a hand. "Relax. We’re not stealing the piñata. Just the presents. And the cake. And maybe that giant stuffed bear—it’s got to be worth something." Molly groaned. "We’re thieves, not vultures. Also, what’s the exit strategy? ‘Sorry, Timmy, we’re taking your Spider-Man bike, but here’s a coupon for a free smoothie’?" Bill grinned. "I *do* have coupons. And a distraction." He pulled a whoopee cushion from his pocket. "Classic. Works every time." Molly stared. "You’re going to fart your way out of a felony?" "Hey, if it gets us the loot, I’ll fart the *Star-Spangled Banner*." He patted her shoulder. "Now, let’s move. Before the magician pulls a rabbit out of his—" "Too late," Molly muttered as a white bunny hopped past, wearing a tiny top hat. "We’re going to jail."