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"We need to blend in, Bill," Molly whispered. "I bought a giant clown suit," Bill said proudly. "And squeaky shoes." "Squeaky shoes? For a stealth heist?" Molly groaned. "Are you insane?" "They distract the guards, Molly. The toddlers. They absolutely love squeaks." "Our targets are the presents in the bounce house archive. Not the toddlers." "I also packed apple juice boxes. For high stakes leverage." "Leverage? They are six, Bill. You do not negotiate with juice, you just swipe the Legos." "But what if there is a rival clown? A professional? He will see right through this makeup." "There is no rival clown. The party budget went to the pony. Which is your responsibility to distract." "Distract it with what?" "Carrots, Bill. I stuffed them in your tactical fanny pack." "This is a highly dangerous operation. What if the sugar rush hits early?" "Then we grab the Nintendo Switch boxes and run like hell. Do you have the decoy wrapped?" "Yes, a giant box of organic broccoli. Wrapped in unicorn paper. They will never open it." "Wait, is my face paint symmetrical?" Bill asked. "You look like a nightmare," Molly sighed. "Now, put the red nose on and let's move."