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Molly leaned against the dingy warehouse wall, flipping through a crumpled blueprint of the suburban mansion. Bill paced, his fake mustache twitching with excitement. "Alright, Molly, listen up. This kids' party's our golden ticket. Balloons, cake, screaming rugrats—perfect cover for snatching those presents," Bill said, grinning like a fox in a henhouse. Molly arched an eyebrow. "You're kidding, right? Breaking into a birthday bash? What if some snot-nosed tyke spots us?" "That's the beauty! We'll go in as clowns. Big shoes, red noses—the works. Kids love clowns. We'll juggle, distract 'em, and boom—grab the gift pile while they're hypnotized by our terrible tricks." "Clowns? Bill, you look ridiculous in makeup. Remember the bank job? You tripped over your own floppy feet!" "Hey, that was a one-time flub. This time, I've got a plan: You handle the parents—flirt with the dads, charm the moms. I'll wrangle the kiddos with balloon animals. Then, we stuff the presents in oversized clown pants and waddle out." Molly snorted. "Oversized pants? Genius. But what about the cake? If it's chocolate, I'm swiping a slice." "Focus! No detours. In, out, rich. Deal?" "Deal. But if a kid cries, you're on diaper duty."