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Molly adjusted her black beanie, squinting through the window of Chuckles the Clown’s Birthday Barn. "You really think parents leave five hundred bucks’ worth of gifts unattended?" Bill gnawed on a licorice whip. "It’s a clown museum, Molly. Security’s a guy named Gary who naps during magic shows." "So we’re stealing toys from toddlers?" "Precisely. And cash. Always follow the cash." "Bill, there’s a piñata shaped like a duck the size of a small pony. Someone stuffed it with something valuable." "Or raisins. It’s a kids’ party, Molly. Not Fort Knox." "Neither was the yarn store, and we got that gold knitting needle." "That was a one-time fluke. Now focus. Distraction plan?" "You go in as a late guest. I’m the angry ex-wife crashing the party." "Ex-wife? Since when are we married?" "Improvisation, Bill. It’s called improvisation." "Fine. But if you start crying about my golf clubs again, I’m bailing." "Relax. I’ll even bring tissues. The glitter kind." "Why glitter?" "Because when security reviews footage, they’ll be too busy sneezing to notice the duffel full of talking unicorns." "Talking unicorns? Those things are cursed." "Only if you ignore their feelings. Wait… is that Gary? He’s wearing footie pajamas." "Told you. Security's a joke." "Then this heist is a sure thing. Just don’t eat the cotton candy. Last time you did, you cried through *Finding Nemo*." "Hey, that whale had a rough life!"