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Molly adjusted her ski mask in the rearview mirror, while Bill fumbled with a blueprint that was actually just a crayon drawing of a bounce house. "We go in as clowns, grab the gifts, and get out," Molly said. Bill nodded, stuffing balloon animals into his pockets. "Kids love balloons." Molly sighed, watching Bill twist one into something resembling a deformed giraffe. Their getaway van, borrowed from Bill's cousin who ran a questionable ice cream business, smelled faintly of vanilla and regret. The plan was simple: infiltrate the birthday party of little Tommy Thurston, whose wealthy parents had spared no expense. There were rumors of a gaming console, a robot dinosaur, and gift cards worth more than Molly's first car. The challenge would be the clown hired for entertainment. Bill had a plan for that too, involving a whoopee cushion and what he called "strategic flatulence." "You rehearsed the balloon animals?" Molly asked. "Since Tuesday," Bill replied confidently. Molly grimaced. Bill's clown costume looked like it had been stolen from a horror movie set, which, to be fair, it had been. She wondered if screaming children would alert the parents before they could grab the good presents and escape through the backyard.