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Molly tightened the zipper on the duffel bag until the seams screamed. Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which was peeling off in the humidity, revealing a patch of angry red skin that looked suspiciously like a clown nose. The back of the van smelled of stale popcorn and regret. Blueprints of the Henderson estate were taped to the windows, covered in red circles and warnings about aggressive bounce houses. "Are we sure about the frosting trap?" Molly checked her gadget belt, packed with sticky hands and candy wrappers. "The sugar rush is our entry point. While the brats are chewing through their arms, we grab the loot." "And the piñata?" "Cash is always inside. That's the retirement fund." "What about the laser grid?" "The one made of balloon arches?" Molly rolled her eyes. "I brought the squeaky hammer." "Pop pop pop, we walk through." "And the cake?" "Leave the cake. We aren't monsters. Just thieves." "Deal. Really fast." Bill nodded. "Okay. The clown arrives in five. If the glitter alarm trips, we're done." "Let them look." Molly just grinned slowly, adjusting her banana suit. "Nobody suspects the fruit. Move out."