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Molly adjusted her disguise. Bill checked his pockets very nervously. "Okay, Bill. The plan is simple. We infiltrate during the cake cutting." "What about the parents? They have eyes everywhere." "They'll be too busy blowing out candles to notice us vanishing the Lego sets." "And the dolls? The action figures?" "Straight into the van. Don't forget the slime. It's gold." "Slime? I'm not smuggling sticky green goo in my vest." "It's high value, Bill. Kids love it. We can sell it on the market." "The black market for birthday gifts? Who buys stolen presents?" "Exactly. Look, just grab the wrapped boxes. Leave the balloons. They're too bulky." "What if the clown sees us? He looks suspicious." "Then we steal the clown too. He's wearing a costume we can sell." "I hate working with you. You're insane." "You love the loot. Now, check your grappling hook." "It's a fishing line, Molly. We're not Batman." "Details. Point is, we get the toys. We get out. We don't eat the cake." "No cake? I'm starving." "Calories count, Bill. Now let's go before the piñata breaks." "Do we get the party favors?" "Only if they contain candy." Bill sighed and kicked a pebble.