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Molly adjusted her glittery unicorn horn headband and squinted at the balloon arch sagging over the backyard gate. "You’re sure this is the right place? Because I’m pretty sure we just broke into a five-year-old’s wet dream." Bill wiped frosting off his sleeve—vanilla, with sprinkles—and sighed. "Positive. Intel says the birthday kid’s dad is some tech bro who ‘disrupts’ birthday parties by giving out iPads instead of actual toys. We’re doing these kids a favor." Molly plucked a cupcake from a nearby table and peeled off the wrapper. "So our grand plan is to waltz in, grab the loot, and hope no one notices two grown adults in ski masks stuffing tablets into a duffel bag?" "Pretty much." Bill grabbed a juice box, stabbed the straw through the foil, and took a long sip. "Though I *did* bring the distraction." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Which is?" Bill grinned. "Me. In a clown costume." Molly choked on her cupcake. "You *what*?" "Relax. It’s just the nose and the wig. And maybe the giant shoes. But I look *adorable*." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "We’re gonna get arrested by a SWAT team of toddlers." Bill clapped her on the back. "Nah. Worst case, we get invited to next year’s party." He reached for another juice box. "Now help me find the good presents before the piñata explodes."