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Molly adjusted her fake clown wig and grinned at Bill across the wobbly picnic table. “Okay, genius. We hit the bouncy castle first. Kids’ll be distracted mid-bounce. That’s when we snatch the gift table.” Bill snorted, peeling the crust off a stolen juice box. “Bouncy castle? You wanna look like two idiots flopping around while some snot-nosed birthday boy screams ‘stranger danger’? We go in as the hired magicians. I do the disappearing trick on the presents, you keep the parents laughing with your terrible balloon animals.” “Terrible? My poodle balloons look exactly like poodles,” Molly protested. “Mostly. Fine, magician angle works. But we need a code word if things go south.” “How about ‘clown shoes’?” “That’s the least subtle thing I’ve ever heard.” Bill shrugged. “Fine, how about ‘These cupcakes are delicious’? We say it, we abort, we eat our way out.” Molly rolled her eyes. “You just want cupcakes.” “Obviously. Look, we’re stealing from a children’s party. Least we deserve is sugar.” “Fine. Magicians. Cupcake code. And if that little monster Timmy tries to bite me again, I’m keeping his PlayStation as hazard pay.” Bill raised his juice box. “To the world’s most pathetic heist.” Molly clinked her stolen Capri Sun against it. “May the presents be plentiful and the parents oblivious.”