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Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and nudged Bill with her elbow. "You sure this is the right house? It looks like a rainbow exploded on a cupcake." Bill squinted at the inflatable unicorn bouncing in the front yard. "Positive. The kid’s parents are loaded. Presents will be top-tier." Molly pulled a clipboard from her bag, scanning the notes. "According to my intel, the birthday girl’s favorite color is ‘sparkle.’ Whatever that means." Bill scratched his head. "We’re stealing from a five-year-old. This is either genius or a new low." Molly grinned. "Both. Now, the party starts in twenty. We’ve got exactly twelve minutes to case the joint before the clown arrives." Bill groaned. "Clowns? You didn’t mention clowns." "Relax. We’ll blend in. You’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt. You already look like a deranged uncle." Bill tugged at his collar. "This was your idea. I look ridiculous." Molly patted his shoulder. "Focus. We need a distraction. Something loud, something chaotic." Bill’s eyes lit up. "I’ve got it. You remember that time we set off fireworks in the bakery?" Molly sighed. "That ended with a cake fight. And a restraining order." "Details. This’ll be different. Trust me." Molly groaned. "Fine. But if we get arrested, I’m telling them you’re my kid." Bill gasped. "I’m only thirty-two!" Molly shrugged. "You dress like a grandpa."