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"So the target is the bouncy castle," Bill whispered, adjusting his red nose. "Negative," Molly snapped. "The payload is the present table by the cake." "Are we seriously doing this? It’s a six-year-old’s birthday." "A six-year-old who just unwrapped a vintage Transformers collection. We grab the goods, hit the exit, and vanish." "How do we extract without crying kids?" "Distraction. You burst out singing 'Baby Shark'." "I draw the line at acoustic terrorism, Molly." "Fine. I’ll trigger the balloon drop. While they're screaming, you grab the bags." "And the getaway?" "The clown car parked out front." "Molly, we can't fold our legs like that. We're sixty!" "We'll unbolt the doors and attach the sedan tow hitch. Just grab the Optimus Prime and run." "What about the piñata?" "Leave the candy. We're professionals, Bill. We only take high-value assets." "Right. Sorry. Got greedy. I'll ready the duct tape." "And wear the giant shoes. They muffle footsteps." "What if a parent asks why two clowns are taking the gifts?" Bill asked. "Tell them we're relocating the magic to the circus," Molly replied. "That is terrible." "It's foolproof. Move out." Bill sighed. "I still hate the shoes." "Just walk." Bill turned and nodded.