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Molly adjusted her clown wig and peered at Bill over the kitchen table strewn with party plans. "Okay, so we hit the bouncy castle at exactly three o'clock. The rugrats will be hyped on cake." Bill scratched his fake mustache. "You sure about the vent crawl? Last time I got stuck in a chimney, remember? Nearly became the piñata." "That's why you're the decoy this time," Molly said, tapping the blueprint. "You juggle the balloons, draw the screaming horde to the backyard while I shimmy in through the gift table window. Simple." "Simple? Those kids are feral, Mol. One spills juice on my shoes and I'm done. What if they want face painting? I can't draw a unicorn to save my life." "You'll manage. Just give them extra candy from the goody bags we're stealing. Distraction is key." She grinned. "Once I bag the presents, we meet at the getaway ice cream truck. Two minutes tops." Bill sighed. "This is ridiculous. We're grown adults robbing a sixth birthday party for Xbox games and Barbie dolls." Molly shrugged. "Rent's due, Bill. Besides, those little monsters don't appreciate loot like we do. Now stop whining and practice your clown laugh. We strike at noon."