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Molly adjusted her fake clown wig and stared at the colorful invitation. “Bill, this is insane. We’re robbing a kiddie party? For what, a mountain of Polly Pockets and half-eaten cake?” Bill grinned, rubbing his hands together. “Exactly, Mol. Think about it. Twenty screaming six-year-olds, distracted by a magician who can’t even pull a rabbit out of his hat. Parents half-drunk on cheap punch. The presents are just sitting there under a giant inflatable unicorn. It’s practically begging to be liberated.” “We’re not liberating toys, you walnut. We’re committing felony larceny at a bounce house,” Molly hissed. “What if some kid starts crying? I can’t handle tiny tears. They’re like emotional kryptonite.” “Relax. We go in as the entertainment. I’m the world’s worst balloon animal guy. You’re the face-painter who only knows how to draw sad potatoes. While the rugrats are fighting over who gets the purple giraffe, we bag the gifts and vanish out the back like pros.” Molly sighed. “If we get caught, I’m blaming your midlife crisis.” Bill winked. “Fair enough. Now help me practice my squeaky voice. Kids love that.”