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The rainbow balloons bobbed cheerfully against the ceiling of the community center, taunting Molly from their perch outside the window. She adjusted her oversized clown nose—stolen from a dollar store—and shot Bill a look. "You’re sure the security here is just a guy named Gary who eats too many cupcakes?" Bill wiped orange face paint off his sleeve, leaving a smear on his already questionable Santa beard. "Positive. Guy’s got a nap schedule tighter than the vault at Fort Knox. We’ve got twenty minutes before he waddles back from the snack table." Molly cracked her knuckles. "Alright, but if we get caught, I’m blaming the beard. You look like a mall Santa who lost a fight with a lawnmower." "Better than you in that clown getup. You’re giving kids nightmares before we even steal their LEGOs." Bill jiggled the back door handle. "Lock’s already picked. You take the gift table, I’ll hit the piñata stash. And *do not* eat any of the cake." Molly gasped. "That’s just cruel. What kind of monster skips cake?" "The kind that doesn’t leave crumbs at a crime scene." Bill sighed. "Ten seconds. Ready?" Molly grinned. "Born ready. Let’s ruin some birthdays."