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Bill scratched his neck. “That fence has a ‘World’s Best Grandma’ sticker on it. We can’t climb that. It’s sacred ground.” “It’s a sticker, Bill. Not a force field.” Molly adjusted her binoculars. “We slip in during the cake cutting, grab the loot and out the back fence.” “What if the rabbit sees us?” “Rabbits don’t talk, Bill. They nibble. We wear the clown costumes from the van. Blending in.” Bill chewed his lip. “My nose is too big for the red one. It’ll look suspicious. Like I’m a sad clown with a fake nose on a real nose.” “Just pull it over your actual nose. It’s called layering.” Molly checked her watch. “Game time. Remember: we’re after the LEGO sets. Not the glitter markers. We have standards.” “Fine. But if I get snot on a balloon animal, you’re explaining that to the therapist.” “The therapist we can’t afford because we keep striking out on jobs like this?” “We’re not a team of failure junkies, Molly. We’re artists.” “Artists who are about to steal a five-year-old’s birthday presents.” “She’ll learn,” said Bill, adjusting his oversized clown collar. “Disappointment builds character.” Molly stopped. “Her name’s Chloe. She’s turning six. And we’re stealing her new unicorn bedspread.” Bill’s painted smile faltered. “Is it at least a cool unicorn? Or one of those creepy realistic ones?” “It’s rainbow vomit and a golden horn.” “Alright. Let’s hit it.”