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"So, you're sure about this, Bill?" Molly asked, swirling the lukewarm tea in her chipped mug. "Stealing presents from a five-year-old's birthday party?" Bill scoffed, meticulously folding a napkin into a swan. "Molly, darling, think of the sheer volume! Remote-controlled cars, princess tiaras, a lifetime supply of glitter. It’s a goldmine!” “A goldmine of sticky fingers and possible tears,” Molly pointed out. “And what’s the plan? We can't exactly waltz in and announce our intentions.” “Disguises, of course! I was thinking… clowns?” Bill beamed, the napkin swan collapsing slightly. “Clowns? Bill, seriously? Do you want to *cause* a tantrum? We’ll go as catering staff. Bland, unobtrusive. We blend in with the cake and disappointment.” “Bland? But…clowns are festive!” "Festive disruption is not what we’re aiming for. Just grab the presents and go. Fast. And no balloon animals. Got it?" Bill sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. Catering. But I’m bringing a squirting flower. Just in case."