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Molly crouched behind a stack of cardboard boxes, tapping a pencil against the edge of a dented metal tray. The loft smelled of stale coffee and rusted ambition. “You really think a kids’ party is worth the risk?” Bill asked, adjusting the oversized clown nose perched on his face. “Exactly,” Molly replied, smirking. “Nobody expects grown‑ups in a balloon arch, and the presents are basically mini‑treasure chests. Think of the loot—designer toys, plastic swords, a mountain of chocolate. It’s a sweet gig.” Bill chuckled, his voice muffled by the squeaky red shoes. “Sweet, huh? You know the host is a PTA president, right? She probably has a security system that could spot a raccoon in a tutu.” “I’ve got a plan for that,” Molly said, flipping a sheet of crumpled schematics. “We’ll pose as entertainers. I’ll be the ‘Magic Molly’ who pulls rabbits out of hats. You’ll be ‘Bouncy Bill’ the inflatable clown.” “So I’m supposed to jump on a bouncy castle and steal presents while kids are distracted?” Bill asked, eyebrows raising. “Yes! The kids will be squealing, the parents will be snapping photos, and we’ll be sliding down the candy‑cane slide with a sack of loot. Plus, we can hide a bag in the ‘party favor’ station—no one will suspect a thing.” Bill tapped the table