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Molly adjusted her oversized clown wig and peered through the binoculars at the backyard bouncy castle. "This is ridiculous, Bill. We're actually doing this." Bill tugged at his polka-dot bow tie, which was choking him. "Look, the birthday kid's parents are loaded. Those presents are worth more than my car. We'll slip in during musical chairs, grab the goods, and be out before the cake arrives." Molly sighed, checking her utility belt stocked with juice boxes and noise-makers instead of her usual tools. "I can't believe I'm wearing this itchy dress. Last week we stole diamonds from a museum. Now we're crashing a six-year-old's unicorn-themed nightmare for Xbox games and Barbie dolls?" "Think of it as retirement practice," Bill whispered, practicing his goofy clown walk. "In and out. You distract with the balloon animals while I work the gift table. Just don't eat the cake this time." "Fine," Molly muttered, "but if that little terror starts crying, I'm aborting the whole operation. Clown honor." They shared a reluctant fist bump before waddling toward the sound of shrieking children and terrible pop music.