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Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the wrought-iron fence of the lavish backyard. "You realize this is the dumbest heist we’ve ever attempted, right?" Bill scratched his chin, eyeing the inflatable castle. "Dumb? Nah. It’s *creative*. Kids’ parties are like Fort Knox, but with more glitter and less security." Molly sighed. "We’re stealing from *children*, Bill. What’s next, robbing a lemonade stand?" "Hey, those kids are loaded. Their parents probably bought them solid gold LEGOs. We’re just redistributing wealth." Bill pulled out a crumpled map. "Okay, so the presents are under the big blue tent. We go in, grab the loot, and—" "And what? Blend in with the kids? You’re six-foot-two, Bill. You’ll stick out like a pirate at a tea party." "Fine. I’ll wear a tutu." Molly groaned. "You’re not wearing a tutu." "Then you wear it." "Absolutely not." Bill grinned. "Then we’re doing this in clown costumes. Problem solved." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "I hate my life."