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“Okay, the security is laughable,” Molly said, tapping her tablet. “One bored mom, a clown who’s definitely mainlining pre-show energy drinks, and a golden retriever named Sir Barks-a-Lot.” “Sir Barks-a-Lot?” Bill snorted, adjusting his black ski mask. “That’s the weak point. We use him as a diversion. I’ll throw a squeaky toy down the hall, he goes nuts, we slip in.” “While a clown is juggling?” Molly raised an eyebrow. “Bill, the clown is a tripwire. One wrong move and he’s crying into his oversized shoes, alerting the entire neighborhood. We need to neutralize him.” “Neutralize?” Bill looked horrified. “Molly, he’s a children’s party clown! We can’t ‘neutralize’ him. We’re thieves, not Bond villains.” “We’re thieves stealing from a five-year-old’s birthday party, Bill. I’d say we’re pretty close to cartoon villain territory.” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Here’s the plan. You create a diversion with the dog. I’ll go to the clown, tell him I’m from the agency, there’s a gas leak, and he needs to help me check the kitchen.” “The what now?” “The ‘Make-A-Wish Foundation for Clowns with Asthma’. It’s a real thing, I swear. You get him out of the main room, I swipe the presents from under the ‘Happy Birthday, Timmy’ banner. Simple. Clean. We’re in and out before the piñata is even broken.” “And what if the clown doesn’t buy it? What if he’s smarter than he looks?” “He’s a clown, Bill. His whole job is believing in magic. Telling him there’s an invisible gas leak is child’s play. No pun intended.” Bill scratched his head under the mask. “I still think the dog is better. Dogs are simple. You say ‘squeaky,’ they go crazy. Clowns have… baggage. Emotional baggage.” “And presents have value,” Molly countered. “We’re here for the loot, Bill, not to analyze the mental state of a man who paints his face for a living. You stick to the dog, I’ll handle the clown. We meet at the van in five minutes. Understood?” Bill sighed, the sound muffled by the polyester. “Fine. But if I get mauled by a golden retriever, I’m haunting you. And I’ll steal all your socks.”