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The rainbow balloons bobbed against the ceiling of the community center like overcaffeinated jellyfish as Molly adjusted her oversized clown wig in the parking lot. Bill fiddled with a walkie-talkie that looked like it had been salvaged from a 1980s police auction. “You sure this is the right place?” Bill muttered, squinting at the hand-painted sign that read *LITTLE TREASURES DAYCARE—JASPER’S 5TH BIRTHDAY BASH!* Molly rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah, because the other daycare with a bouncy castle shaped like a dragon *definitely* has the same level of loot. Use your brain, Bill.” “My brain says stealing from kids is morally ambiguous.” “Your brain also thought ‘disguising ourselves as a magician and his assistant’ was a good idea.” She gestured to his sequined cape. “You look like a glittery bat who lost a fight with a bedazzler.” Bill adjusted his cape with dignity. “I’ll have you know, this cape has *pockets*. Essential for quick grabs.” Molly cracked her knuckles. “Alright, here’s the play: I ‘accidentally’ knock over the gift table while doing my ‘hilarious’ balloon animal routine. You ‘help’ me clean up by shoving everything into those *essential* pockets.” Bill grinned. “And if someone asks?” Molly tossed him a whoopee cushion. “We blame the clown.”