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"Molly, we are not stealing from a children's party," I said vehemently, pacing the cramped apartment. "Think about it, Bill. That place is an all-you-can-eat buffet of electronic toys and words that need batteries. It's the perfect score. The parents are too busy playing hide-and-seek with their little darlings to notice trouble." "Some enterprising thief stole all the good presents years ago. It's a trap," I muttered, running a hand through my thinning hair. " hysteria, is brilliant misdirection. No one would ever rob a kid's birthday. That's our advantage! Plus, the cake has jelly filling—when we trip the silent alarm, they'll think it's just a sugar-fueled chaos explosion." I sighed, defeated. "Fine. What's the plan? Assault from the window? Tunnel through the backyard?" "Much simpler. Under the guise of being party clowns, we'll case the joint." She pulled out a red nose and a pair of giant shoes. "Clowns? We haven't worked a gig in twenty years. I can't do balloon animals." "Relax. You just have to stand around looking menacingly cheerful. I'll do the heavy lifting." Molly adjusted her wig. "Besides, children are terrified of our faces. They'll give us a wide berth." "What if they have actual clowns? This stinks, Molly. Why can't we rob a casino like normal thieves?" "Because casinos are boring! They have cameras and math. This is art. Now inflate that balloon, we've got a diamond-encrusted toy train to liberate."