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Molly leaned against the rusty van, eyeing Bill with a smirk. "Alright, genius, what's the play? We're crashing a kiddie bash for presents. This better not end with us dodging dodgeballs." Bill chuckled, adjusting his fake mustache. "Relax, Mol. It's foolproof. The party's at the McAllister mansion—rich folks, loaded with gifts. We'll go in as clowns. You know, big shoes, red noses, the works." "Clowns? Bill, last time you dressed as one, you scared the neighbor's dog into therapy. And what about security? They got cameras everywhere." "Pfft, cameras? I've got my hacker buddy looping the feed with footage of dancing squirrels. We'll slip in during the piñata whack-fest. Kids'll be distracted, parents tipsy on punch. Grab the gift table—boom, we're out with Barbies, Legos, and that one kid's college fund disguised as a teddy bear." Molly snorted. "College fund? You're dreaming. What if a tyke spots us? 'Mommy, the clown's stealing my pony!'" "Then we improvise! Juggle some excuses, throw in a balloon animal distraction. 'Hey kiddo, wanna see a giraffe?' While you stuff sacks. Teamwork, baby!" She rolled her eyes. "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm blaming your squeaky shoes. Deal?" "Deal. Heist of the century—kiddie edition!"