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Molly squinted at the blueprints of the suburban fortress. Bill adjusted his neon clown nose, breathing heavily into the rubber foam. The nursery school security was tighter than a diamond vault in Zurich. Molly tapped the map where the wrapping paper pile sat unguarded. We go in through the supply closet, she whispered. Bill nodded, his massive clown shoes squeaking against the polished linoleum floor. What if the piñata explodes before we grab the loot? he asked, fidgeting with a pocket full of miniature screwdrivers. I will distract the toddler king with a spinning plate trick, Molly replied, checking her watch. You sweep the gifts into the oversized duffel bag. Do I have to wear the balloon animal apron? Bill grumbled, adjusting his ruffled collar. It offers essential camouflage against the juice box brigade, Molly countered, shoving a glittery party hat onto his head. We are legends of the criminal underworld, not circus performers, he hissed. Exactly, so act like a terrifying inflatable artist, she warned. Just keep the sticky hands away from the jewels. We move at two o’clock during the frantic chaos of musical chairs. Don’t trip on the streamers, Bill. Let us be rich.