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Molly paced the dingy motel room, eyeing the blueprint of the suburban mansion. Bill lounged on the bed, munching chips. "Alright, Bill, listen up," Molly said, jabbing the map. "The party's at noon. Kids everywhere, cake flying. We slip in as clowns—your idea, genius." Bill grinned, crumbs flying. "Hey, who suspects Bozo of grand larceny? I'll juggle while you grab the gifts. Easy peasy." Molly rolled her eyes. "Juggling? You'll drop everything like last time in Vegas. And what about the parents? One wrong move, and we're dodging minivans." "Relax, Mol. I've got the getaway van disguised as an ice cream truck. Play 'Pop Goes the Weasel,' and the kiddos swarm. Chaos ensues, we bolt with the loot." She smirked. "Loot? It's Barbies and Legos. We're stealing dreams, you monster." Bill laughed. "Dreams pay bills. Speaking of, how's our cut? Fifty-fifty?" "Fine, but if you honk that clown nose, you're out. Deal?" "Deal. This'll be the heist of the century—Presents Heist: Clown Edition." They high-fived, the blueprint crinkling. Outside, a child's laughter echoed from the street, oblivious to the impending caper.