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Molly leaned against the dented getaway van, whispering, “All right, Billy-boy, the plan’s simple. We crash Little Timmy’s birthday bash dressed as balloon clowns, grab every shiny box, and vanish before the magician finishes his first card trick. What do you think?” Bill tugged his cheap red nose and sighed. “I think you’ve finally lost it, Molls. We’re two grown idiots waltzing into a party full of screaming five-year-olds and very alert parents. One wrong laugh, and we’ll be wearing birthday cake for the rest of the year.” “Exactly why it’ll work. No one suspects the entertainers.” Molly grinned. “The presents are stacked behind the bouncy castle. We load the van during the cake-cutting chaos, wave goodbye, and boom—Santa’s new retirement fund.” Bill adjusted his oversized suspenders. “Fine. But if Timmy’s mom catches us, I am blaming every stolen teddy on you.”