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Molly grinned, tapping a pencil against a blueprint showing a bouncy castle. "Right, Bill. Operation 'Tiny Takedown' is a go. The Tremont tot's birthday bash." "You really wanna swipe presents from actual toddlers, Mol? Isn't that… profoundly evil?" Bill nervously picked at a loose thread. "Evil? No. Opportunistic! Think of the untouched plastic, Bill! Pristine, unboxed joy!" "But the crying? The wailing of small humans who just lost their Hot Wheels?" "Details. You're the distraction. Clown suit, terrible balloon animals." "A clown suit?! Molly, my trauma! Dr. Albright made real headway last Tuesday!" "It's for the art, Bill! While they reel from your greasepaint, I'm ghosting the gift table. 'Happy birthday to *me*!'" "What if a parent *sees*? What if Penelope spots her new unicorn vanishing?" "Then you deploy the ultimate diversion: a spectacular pratfall. Into the cake, preferably." "The cake? Why do I always fall for these, Molly?"