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Molly crouched behind the hedge, peering at the balloon-festooned house where sugar-high screams pierced the afternoon. Bill adjusted his comically small party hat and checked his watch. “This is insane,” Molly whispered. “We’re hitting a kiddie party for presents?” Bill grinned, teeth flashing. “Kids get the good stuff these days. You seen those drone kits? That’s fenceable.” Molly rolled her eyes. “We’re not stealing from six-year-olds, Bill. That’s a new low even for us.” “Relax. We go in as the hired clowns. I already stole the costumes. You do the face paint, I’ll work the crowd. When they do the big present reveal, we swap the tablecloth for our own and wheel the whole pile out like it’s part of the magic act.” Molly stared at him. “You want us to clown our way through armed with a tablecloth and face paint?” “Exactly. Classic misdirection. Nobody suspects the guy in the giant red nose.” A burst of laughter erupted from inside as another game began. Molly sighed, already picturing the headlines: “Clown Couple Cleans Out Birthday Bash.” “Fine,” she muttered. “But if we get recognized by some PTA mom, I’m throwing you under the bouncy castle.”