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Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the wrought-iron fence of the lavish backyard. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? The last time we hit a kids' party, we ended up with a room full of plastic dinosaurs and a very angry unicorn piñata." Bill wiped sweat from his brow and squinted at the invitation in his hand. "Relax, this one’s different. The kid’s parents are loaded. We’re talking designer toys, top-tier electronics—maybe even a solid gold Lego set." Molly snorted. "A gold Lego set? You’ve been watching too many infomercials." "Hey, stranger things have happened," Bill said, gesturing toward the backyard. "Look at that spread. The presents alone could fund our retirement." Molly crossed her arms. "And how exactly do we get past the parents? Last time, I had to fake a stomach flu to escape." Bill grinned. "Leave that to me. I’ve got a foolproof plan." He pulled out a clown nose and a bag of balloons. "I’ll distract them with magic tricks. You sneak in, grab the loot, and meet me at the getaway car." Molly groaned. "You’re going to clown around at a children’s party? That’s your master plan?" "Trust me," Bill said, inflating a balloon. "Kids love clowns. Parents? Not so much. But by the time they realize I’m not part of the entertainment, we’ll be long gone." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I end up in a balloon animal fight, I’m blaming you." Bill winked. "Deal. Now let’s go make some magic—or at least some quick cash."