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"So we're really doing this?" Bill whispered. "Stealing from kids?" "Not stealing. Liberating," Molly said. "Those presents are wasted on six-year-olds." "There's gonna be a clown." "I'm not afraid of clowns, Bill." "I am! Deeply!" "Focus. We go in dressed as the entertainment. You're the magician." "Why am I the magician?" "Because you've got the hat." "It's a beanie!" "Close enough. I'll be the face painter. Nobody suspects the face painter." "And then what?" "Then, while you're pulling rabbits out of nowhere, I load the gifts into the van." "I don't have a rabbit." "Improvise! Pull out a sock or something." "Kids hate socks, Molly." "So do I, but here we are." "What if the parents recognize us?" "From where? Our last heist was a yarn store. Grandmas don't throw birthday parties." "This one might." "Bill." "Yes?" "Trust the plan." "The plan is theft and clown trauma." "The plan is genius." "What about the cake?" "What about it?" "Can we take the cake?" "We're not taking the cake." "But—" "Fine! We take the cake." "And the bouncy castle?" "It won't fit in the van, Bill." "We deflate it." "...Okay, that's actually brilliant." "See? Now who's the magician?"