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Molly spread the blueprint across the kitchen table, jabbing a finger at the little square marked "bounce house." "Bill, look. The presents table is right next to the cake. We go in through the side gate during the clown act." Bill leaned back, arms crossed, looking unconvinced. "A clown act? Molly, we're stealing birthday presents from seven-year-olds. Have we really sunk this low?" "Low? Bill, there's a PlayStation 5 on that table. Someone's grandma does not mess around." "That's not the point! There's gonna be like thirty kids there. Thirty witnesses, Molly. Thirty tiny, extremely observant witnesses who will absolutely tell their parents everything." Molly waved a hand dismissively. "They'll be distracted. There's a magician booked for three o'clock. Trust me, nobody watches presents when there's a rabbit coming out of a hat." Bill rubbed his temples. "And what's our cover? We can't just walk in wearing all black like a couple of cat burglars." "Obviously not." Molly grinned, pulling two folded costumes from her bag. "We're the entertainment. Say hello to Coco and Bubbles the balloon clowns." Bill stared at the ridiculous rainbow wig in his hands. "I hate this plan already." "You'll hate it more when we're rich," Molly said, tossing him the wig.