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Molly adjusted her oversized clown nose in the rearview mirror while Bill fiddled with a comically large pair of bolt cutters. Their battered van idled behind the community center where screams of sugar-fueled delight spilled into the parking lot. "This is insane even for us," Bill muttered, eyeing the colorful balloons bobbing above the fence. Molly grinned. "Think of it as redistribution of birthday wealth. Those kids have too many toys anyway. Besides, that pirate castle bouncy house is worth its weight in plastic." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if we get recognized I'm blaming your sparkle beard." "Ten minutes in and out," she said, checking her wristwatch shaped like a duck. "I'll distract with the juggling pins while you load the haul. Remember, the big talking robot dinosaur is priority one." "Why do I always get the heavy lifting?" "Because you're the muscle, darling. I'm the brains wearing the ridiculous wig." Bill shook his head. "If my mother could see me now, planning to heist a bunch of six-year-olds." "Relax," Molly laughed, pulling on her rainbow suspenders. "We'll be legends. The Bonnie and Clyde of the bounce house circuit." They fist-bumped, then slipped toward the sound of carefree laughter, ready to ruin someone's very special day.