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Molly adjusted her ski mask and leaned against the fence, chewing on a candy cane she’d swiped from the party table. "Alright, Bill, talk me through the plan again. Because last time you said ‘distraction,’ you set off a firework in a kindergarten classroom." Bill wiped his brow with a napkin he’d stolen from the snack table. "No, no, this time it’s foolproof. We go in as the clown and the magician. You’re the clown—big shoes, big nose, the whole bit. I’m the magician, pulling presents out of nowhere. Kids love that." Molly snorted. "Kids love *nothing* more than a clown who can’t stop laughing at his own jokes. And you? You’re gonna ‘pull’ presents out of a hat? Bill, the only thing you can pull is a sad excuse for a rabbit." "Hey, I had *one* good trick. The disappearing coin. You never saw it again." "Because you ate it." "Desperate times. Look, the parents are all distracted with cake and juice. We walk in, ‘accidentally’ knock over the piñata—" "Which is full of candy, not presents." "—and then *bam*, we’re surrounded by chaos. You ‘trip’ into the gift pile, I ‘distract’ with a fake sawing-in-half act, and we’re outta there with enough toys to open a thrift store." Molly crossed her arms. "And if someone asks why we’re taking all the presents?" Bill grinned. "We’ll tell them it’s for the *other* kids. Who don’t have parties." Molly sighed. "You’re a terrible criminal, Bill." "Yeah, but I’m *your* terrible criminal." He held up a stuffed unicorn. "Look, I already ‘borrowed’ this one. For morale."