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Molly adjusted her night vision goggles, which were covered in glitter from a previous heist. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? The invite said pony rides and a bouncy castle." Bill checked his clipboard, frowning at the crayon drawing taped to the front. "Positive. Target is six, allergic to gluten, and owns a PS5." He tugged at his stolen clown nose and straightened his wig. "Why are we dressed like this again?" "Because children's parties have better security than banks," Molly hissed, pointing at a seven-year-old doorman with a juice box and suspicious glare. "We blend in or we get made." "We look like serial killers." "We look like entertainment." She shoved a garbage bag into his trembling hands. "Now remember: grab presents, avoid the piñata—it's a distraction—and if anyone asks, you're Professor Wigglesworth." Bill sighed, adjusting his suspenders and checking his escape route. "I did time for bank fraud, Molly. Actual bank fraud." "And tonight," she beamed, clipping a balloon to his ear and checking her watch, "you're stealing fourteen copies of 'Frozen' and a science kit. Move out." They belly-crawled across the lawn, directly into the path of a screaming sprinkler and certain humiliation.