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Molly adjusted her balaclava in the side mirror of the van, smoothing out the wrinkles around her eyes. Bill nervously checked the zip ties in the duffel bag. "The plan is solid," Molly said, glancing at the backyard fence. "You go in as the clown, I handle the bouncy castle distraction, and we grab the gifts during the cake cutting." "I still don't like this," Bill muttered. "They're kids, Molls." "They're kids with iPads and gaming consoles they'll outgrow by Thursday." Molly loaded a fresh battery into the walkie-talkie. "We're recyclers, really." "What if they cry?" "Then we'll be faster. Tears mean the parents are distracted." Bill sighed, pulling on oversized shoes. "Which birthday is it anyway?" "Does it matter?" "It matters to me, morally. There's a big difference between stealing from a toddler versus stealing from a tween. One's cruel, the other's character building." Molly stared at him. "It's a princess theme. Suck it up and get in there before they cut the cake." "Fine. But if anyone asks, my name is Bonkers." "Your name is Bonkers whether they ask or not."