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“Molly, explain again why we’re robbing a children’s party?” “Because, Bill, rich children receive tiny bicycles, diamond-studded dolls, and envelopes from uncles who don’t understand age-appropriate gifts.” “Right, but morally?” “Morally, we’re redistributing cake-adjacent wealth.” “I’m not wearing the clown costume.” “You absolutely are. I’m going as Sparkle the Face-Painting Fairy, and you’re Bonko.” “Bonko has enormous shoes.” “Excellent for concealing presents.” Bill stared at the map spread across the dashboard. “Why does your floor plan say ‘bouncy castle: volatile’?” “Last time, I lost a boot and three counterfeit mustaches.” “Can’t we just sneak in as caterers?” “Molly, caterers carry trays. Clowns carry chaos. Nobody questions chaos.” “That was my line.” “It’s a good line.” “Focus. At 1500 hours, the magician begins sawing the grandmother in half.” “Is that confirmed?” “No, but optimism matters. During applause, you juggle.” “I can’t juggle.” “Then drop things flamboyantly.” “And you?” “I’ll locate the gift table, deploy the sack, and compliment parents until they stop watching.” “What about the birthday child?” “I’ve prepared a distraction.” “Please don’t say ferret.” Molly lifted a wriggling shape from her handbag. “Absolutely not.” “His name is Sir Nibbles.” “We’re going to prison.” “Only if Bonko loses his nerve.”