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"Molly, this is a terrible idea." Bill whispered from behind the enormous, rainbow-frosted cake. "Bill, *all* our ideas are terrible. That's our brand. Now, focus." Molly adjusted her oversized novelty glasses. "The presents are in the living room. The clown goes on his break at 3:15. That's our window." "But it's a *children's* party. There are games! Pinatas! Balloon animals!" Bill gestured wildly. "What if someone makes us play musical chairs? I can't handle that pressure." "You will not play musical chairs. You are a shadow. A silent, gift-swiping shadow." Molly pointed. "Your job is to create a diversion when I give the signal." "What's the signal?" "I will pretend to faint near the bouncy castle. You will, with great concern, announce that the ice cream is melting." "Molly, that's diabolical. But what about the loot? I don't want to steal a kid's toy horse." "We're not *monsters*, Bill. We're redistributors of joy. They have too much joy here. We're taking it to a less joyous location." She peered around the cake. "Okay, the clown is leaving. Get ready to faint. I mean, get ready to *notice* me fainting." Bill took a deep breath. "I still think we should have just robbed the bank." "The bank has security. This place has a face-painting station. Now go."