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Molly paced the warehouse floor with a grin as wide as the pile of stolen goods behind her. Bill sat on a crate tossing a rubber ball that had once belonged to a pet store heist. "Listen Bill this kids party is gold pure gold those presents under the tree or wherever they stash them will set us up for months no more nickel and dime jobs just pure birthday booty." Bill bounced the ball harder. "Molly you are cracked in the head breaking into a children's party means sticky hands everywhere and parents who scream louder than any alarm we have ever heard plus what if the cake is chocolate I hate chocolate it always ends bad for me." Molly spun around still smiling. "Bill focus on the loot not the dessert we dress as party clowns complete with red noses and big shoes then waltz right past the bounce house while the kids are distracted by the birthday boy opening his first gift that is when we pocket every wrapped box in sight load them into the duffel bags hidden under our oversized pants and slip out the side gate like shadows with balloons." Bill stopped bouncing and frowned. "But clowns scare me Molly ever since the circus job where the real clown chased us with a pie and you know the presents might just be socks and books not the loot we want what if some kid stays behind and catches us red handed asking for more candy." Molly laughed and clapped once. "Then we give the brat a rubber chicken from our props and tell him we are magical present fairies here to take the excess toys to poorer children meanwhile you grab the video game consoles and I snatch the jewelry boxes parents always hide cash cards inside for the birthday kid it is foolproof and hilarious when the little monsters realize their haul vanished into thin air." Bill stood up wiping dust from his pants. "Okay but the getaway Molly the van is bright yellow from the last paint job how do we blend in with that and balloons floating away giving us away like a trail of breadcrumbs." Molly waved her hand dismissing him. "We ditch the yellow at the corner leave it for the next score and hop the fence into the park troops of parents never look twice at sorry looking clowns dragging Bags of sad toys home after a long day of entertainment and laughs now stop worrying and help me practice the juggle with these fake presents so we look legit when we walk in." Bill tossed the ball into a corner and picked up a empty box. "Fine Molly but if this backfires and we end up face painted in mug shots singing happy birthday in lockup I am blaming your clown obsession forever and ever no takesies backsies." Molly grinned again tossing a prop to him. "Deal Bill now say the line with me ready one two three we come in peace for the presents please."