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Bill cracked his knuckles and leaned over the blueprints. "So, Molly. The Cortez birthday party. Saturday at 3 PM. Presents everywhere, kids hopped up on sugar and balloons. I say we go in during the piñata—" "Bill, you walnut. We are not deploying a hundred monkeys." "A hundred and one. Backup monkey." "Bill. We are stealing birthday presents from six-year-olds, not breaching Fort Knox. Simple heist. What's the actual plan?" "I tunnel in. You stay in the van." "Into a suburban backyard. With what, a spoon?" "I have a really big spoon. Soup-sized." "Bill." "Okay, NEW plan. I dress as a clown. You dress as a clown. Kids love clowns." "Kids are terrified of clowns, Bill." "Have you met a child recently?" "...Fair. What about a magician?" "Children also fear magicians, Bill." "Gorilla suit?" "Bill, I'm losing my mind." "Friend, I am simply running out of costumes." "Then maybe ditch the costumes entirely and just BE A THIEF." "Wait. What if I ring the doorbell? Say 'hi, I'm here for the party' and simply take everything?" "That's a confession, Bill." "It's a confident confession!" Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "You are genuinely impossible." "You love it." "I genuinely do. Now put on the clown suit. The spoon stays in the car."