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Molly adjusted her neon tutu and sighed. Bill, are you sure the clown mask is necessary? It is a kidnapping party, Molly, not a high stakes museum job, Bill whispered while checking his lockpicks. I thought we were stealing jewels, not glittery dollhouses and action figures, she muttered. The kid’s father is a diamond merchant who hides his stash in hollowed out toy trucks. Oh, that is actually brilliant, Molly conceded. Is the perimeter secure? The bounce house is inflated, and the sugar crazed toddlers have formed a perimeter near the juice boxes. Perfect, so we blend in, swipe the gifts under the guise of being the world worst entertainers, and vanish before the cake cutting. You are going to be a terrible balloon animal artist, Bill. I am going to be a legendary balloon animal artist, Molly, and if you touch my stash of sugar bombs, I will leave you behind to deal with the piñata. Bill chuckled, stuffing a sack into his oversized rainbow trousers. Try not to trip over your giant shoes, partner. Focus, Bill. If we get taken down by a toddler with a plastic sword, I am never letting you live it down. Let us go earn our cupcakes.