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Molly spread the blueprint across the table, jabbing a finger at the little square marked "GIFT TABLE." "Bill, look at this. Six-year-old's birthday party. Balloons everywhere. Nobody's watching the presents." Bill leaned back in his chair, unimpressed. "You want us to rob a kid's birthday party?" "Not rob. Liberate. Those presents are basically unguarded cash." Molly tapped the paper again. "There's a clown for security, Bill. A clown." "A clown could still see us." "Clowns can't see past their own noses, that's science." Molly grinned. "We go in during the piñata. Everyone's distracted, swinging sticks, screaming about candy. We slide in, grab the loot, slide out." Bill crossed his arms. "And if some kid notices?" "Then we say we're the entertainment. Magicians. Nobody questions magicians." "You don't even own a top hat." "I'll borrow one. Focus, Bill." He sighed, rubbing his temples. "This is beneath us. We robbed a bank last month." "And we barely got out with our lives. This is a birthday party. Worst case, someone hits us with a Nerf bat." Bill considered this, then smirked. "Fine. But I'm not wearing a clown nose." "Deal," Molly said, already rolling up the blueprint. "Bring the van. Piñata's at three."