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Molly tossed the stolen PlayStation controller onto the table between them, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bill, we've hit every jewelry store from here to the next state. It's time to go big or go home, and I mean that literally. Kids' birthday parties are where the real treasure is." Bill scratched his chin, eyeing the controller like it was a grenade. "Molly, stealing a kid’s birthday presents ain't exactly grand theft. That’s, like, petty larceny with a side of moral decay." "Oh, spare me the criminal ethics lecture," Molly scoffed, swiping the controller off the table. "We’re not stealing from the kid, we’re stealing from the parents who can afford a hundred dollars for some plastic garbage that’ll break in a week. It’s victimless." Bill groaned, rubbing his temples. "It’s not victimless if some six-year-old starts bawling because Mr. Potato Head is missing and they think it’s the Tooth Fairy’s fault." "Kids get over it," Molly waved a hand. "When I was seven, I lost my Tamagotchi in a tragic balloon accident. Did I cry for months? No. I got over it by next Tuesday." Bill pinched the bridge of his nose. "You threw your Tamagotchi off a bridge." "And it survived!" Molly insisted. "Mostly. Anyway, enough nostalgia. The Johnson kid’s party is this weekend. They’re going all out—face painting, bounce house, the whole nine yards. We show up as entertainers, snag the presents when no one’s looking, and vanish into the sunset like modern-day Robin Hoods." Bill squinted. "You want us to dress up as clowns?" "Not clowns," Molly corrected. "Magic clowns. Classy. We’ll call ourselves ‘Mysto and Magnifico, the Gentlemen Entertainers.’" Bill’s eye twitched. "That sounds like a euphemism for male strippers." "Focus, Bill. We wear top hats, bow ties, and carry a wand that doubles as a lockpick. We’re not there to scare the kids—we’re there to amaze them while picking their pockets." Bill rubbed his chin again. "What if they ask us to do actual magic tricks?" Molly grinned. "Then we shrug and say, ‘Magic is in the eye of the beholder… and also in this unmarked van outside.’" Bill chuckled despite himself. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you." "Oh please," Molly scoffed. "You’re the one who insisted on wearing the rainbow wig under your top hat." "It’s part of the act!" "Whatever helps you sleep at night." Bill leaned back, considering. "We’re gonna need a distraction. Something big." Molly snapped her fingers. "Idea. You ‘accidentally’ set off the fire alarm. Everyone evacuates. We stuff the presents into bags marked ‘Evacuation Goodie Bags’ and walk out like we own the place." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You want me to start a blaze in a room full of kids?" "Not a blaze, a controlled smoke event. Like a fog machine, but with more panic." Bill exhaled sharply. "You’re a menace." "Thank you. So, we in or what?" Bill sighed, grabbing the controller again. "Fine. But if I end up in a tiny clown car at the end of this, I’m taking you down with me." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, let’s go pick out some bow ties."