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Molly adjusted her cartoon character mask, the cheap elastic digging into her temples. “Okay, run it by me again.” Bill sighed, his rainbow wig askew. “We go in clowning. Standard procedure.” He gestured at the bouncy castle. “I distract the birthday boy, you work the gift table.” “Right,” Molly said, peering at the pile of shimmering packages. “And then what? I just stuff them in the Happy Bunny piñata we brought?” “Don't say ‘piñata’ so loud,” Bill hissed. “It’s a decoy container.” “And the screaming children?” “Part of the ambience.” “So we’re stealing from a pack of six-year-olds,” she said flatly. “We’re spoils-porting,” Bill corrected. “A tactical redistribution of unearned gifts. It’s a noble hustle. Look, the lady in the Elsa dress accidentally ordered a forty-dollar remote-control car for a kid who wanted slime. We’d be doing her a favor.” “By making off with the loot in a defaced festive mule.” “It’s a thematic getaway vehicle!” he insisted. Molly stared at the clutter. “I am not riding out of here on a tricycle, Bill.” “We don’t have a choice. The van’s blocked in by a party-bus full of magicians.” Molly rubbed her temples. “Alright, fine. You Pirate Pete the presents, I’ll feed the monster that eats the cake. Standard procedure.”