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"Okay, Bill, listen up. We go in dressed as the birthday clowns, grab the gift table, and we’re out before anyone notices the punch is spiked.” “Clowns? Molly, do you even hear yourself? I’m six foot four and allergic to face paint. We’ll look like circus fugitives, not entertainers.” “Exactly. Nobody questions a clown carrying boxes. They just laugh and hand us more loot. Trust me, we’ll blend right in with the balloon animals.” “Blend in? Last time I wore a wig it slid into the nachos and people thought I was the world’s saddest dessert. I’m telling you, we go as caterers. Aprons, trays, and a big ‘Happy Birthday’ banner to hide the getaway van.” “Bill, I’m not risking salmonella poisoning just because you don’t want glitter on your nose. Besides, the clown costumes are already in the trunk. I paid twenty bucks for the squeaky shoes and I’m not wasting them.” “Great, so your investment strategy now hinges on rubber noses. Meanwhile, I’ll be the guy sneezing into the birthday cake. Real professional.” “We’ll split the haul, fifty-fifty, except I keep the video game consoles because you always lose at Mario Kart and it’s embarrassing. Deal?” “I lose because you cheat with those power-ups. Anyway, layout first. Front door’s the main entrance, but there’s a side gate behind the bounce house. I’ll pop it while you cause a distraction—maybe trip over your own giant shoes.” “Perfect. While everyone watches the tall clown face-plant into the cotton candy, I’ll wheel the entire present pile straight out the back. We’ll load up, peel away, and be home before the parents realize the pinata was a decoy.” “Speaking of decoys, we should plant one. Maybe a giant wrapped box that’s actually empty. They’ll spend ten minutes shaking it while we vanish.” “Love it. Label it ‘To: Everyone, From: Santa’s Lazy Cousin.’ Keeps the kids busy and gives us an extra thirty seconds.” “Thirty seconds? That’s a whole minute in heist time. We could fence half the haul at the flea market before lunch.” “Exactly. So no more whining about makeup. You’ll wear the nose, you’ll honk the horn, and you’ll smile like you enjoy children’s birthday songs. Got it?” “Fine. But if one of those little monsters asks me to make balloon animals, I’m outta there. I still have nightmares about the last dachshund I accidentally gave antlers.” “Deal. Now zip up that costume before the zipper fights back again. We leave in ten, and remember: no names, no prints, and absolutely no cake for you. Last time you got frosting on every fingerprint scanner in town.”