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“Right, so we’re clear. Clown costumes. Full clown regalia. Red nose, oversized shoes, the whole shebang,” Molly insisted, fiddling with a feather boa. Bill groaned. “Molly, I look dreadful in red. Absolutely dreadful. Can't we just go as… uh… disgruntled gardeners?” “Bill! Children’s party! Presents! Think of the haul! Diamond-encrusted tiaras, remote control cars, possibly a pony! Gardeners won’t get past the bouncy castle.” “A pony? Are you sure there’ll be a pony?” Bill squinted. “Highly likely. It’s Penelope Worthington’s birthday. Her father owns half the city. If there isn’t a pony, I’m blaming you.” “Fine, fine. Clown. But I'm drawing the nose on small. Very small.” “No arguing! And remember, distraction is key. You juggle. Badly. I’ll flutter around, complimenting the cake.” “Juggling? I haven't juggled since… well, never.” “Exactly! It'll look suspicious! They’ll be focusing on your appalling juggling skills, and we’ll be grabbing the loot!” Molly grinned, a glint in her eye. “Now, let’s find a wig that doesn’t make me look like a startled poodle!"