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Molly adjusted her party horn earpiece, sizing up the bounce house. “Bill, if we’re robbing a *children’s birthday*, we need subtlety. Not a taser unicorn.” Bill emerged from a piñata, confetti in his hair. “Subtlety’s overrated. I’ll dress as a balloon artist. No one suspects a guy with a lamb’s head.” “First of all, it’s a *camel*,” Molly said, lobbing a handful of party poppers into her pocket. “Second, you’d need a permit for that lamb. We’re going as clown and… whatever you are when you’re holding a cupcake.” “I’m a *cupcake enthusiast*,” Bill declared, snatching a streamer. “We disable the motion sensors first?” “No sensors. Just a dad with a fog machine and a ‘don’t set off the fire alarm’ sign.” Molly crouched, eyes on the gift table. “We hit when the cake starts. You’ll have 90 seconds between ‘Happy Birthday’ and ‘Why is the smoke alarm going off?’” Bill frowned. “What if we get caught?” Molly grinned. “We’re *characters*. You’ll say it’s part of the theme. ‘Surprise! The magician’s stealing your stuff!’” “魔术！” Bill grinned, then gasped. “Wait, there’s a *pony* here.” “Which is why you don’t pocket the Cabbage Patch dolls. Too many kids yell ‘MY BABY!’” Bill adjusted his hat, now a traffic cone with googly eyes. “What about the *parents*?” Molly handed him a noisemaker. “You blow this. They’ll think it’s the clown being……clouncy.” Bill blew. The thing screeched like a dolphin with a headache. Molly facepalmed. “……or the clown being *dead*. Just. Go.” He sprinted toward the bounce house. “I’ll be the loudest, flattest clown they ever雇用！” Molly sighed, slipping a talking rubber chicken into her bag. “Let’s hope this works. For science. And profit.”