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"Are you sure about the clown suits?" Bill muttered. "Positive. Clowns are invisible at a seven-year-old’s birthday party," Molly whispered. "But my red nose squeaks every time I breathe!" "Then don't breathe, Bill. Just focus on grabbing the Lego sets." "Do we have the fake gift bags to blend in?" "Yes, they are filled with bricks so they look heavy. Now, what about the bouncing castle?" "We aren't stealing the bouncing castle, you idiot. It won't fit in the hatchback." "I meant as an escape route. We jump from the roof, bounce, and flee." Molly sighed. "We are walking out the front gate. The parents will be too distracted by the sugar highs to notice." "And the security?" "It’s a magician named Barnaby. He’s ninety." "He might saw us in half." "He can barely saw a rabbit out of his hat. Now, pull your wig down. We go in when they start the piñata." "Why then?" "Because everyone will be distracted by a blindfolded child wielding a wooden bat. It's perfect chaos." "I'm still worried about the pony." "The pony is on our payroll. I fed it an apple. Now, let’s go get those Nintendo Swifts." "Switches." "Whatever."