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The afternoon sun beat down as Molly and Bill crouched behind a van, eyeing the birthday party. "Right on time," Molly whispered, binoculars in hand. "Kids are playing outside. Presents are inside by the door." Bill gulped. "And our entry?" "We're the backup clowns," Molly said, adjusting a oversized bow tie. "The agency sent us after the first team 'got lost.'" "Convenient," Bill muttered. "But what if they call the agency?" "They won't. I already handled that," Molly said with a smirk. "During the cake cutting, you start a game of tag. I'll slip in, load the presents into the van, and we're gone." "But the dog?" Bill asked, pointing to a golden retriever. Molly pulled out a treat. "Bribery. It's foolproof." "You've thought of everything," Bill said, shaking his head. "Almost," Molly replied. "Remember, if we're caught, we're just enthusiastic party guests." "Right," Bill said, rolling his eyes. They snuck towards the back gate, their hearts pounding with excitement and just a touch of guilt. This heist would be legendary, or at least memorable for its sheer absurdity.