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"We steal every present," Molly said. "Every single one?" Bill asked. "Every single one. The room is full." "Full of five-year-olds?" "Worse. Clowns." Bill shivered. "How do we get inside?" "We dress as caterers," Molly said. "With trays?" "I'm a magician. You're a balloon wizard." "That sounds made up." "We need a distraction," Molly said. "Like what?" "Pin the tail on the donkey," Bill said. "Blindfold them all." "Exactly. We grab the gifts and vanish." "Through the window?" "No. Through the bounce house exit." "That sounds risky." "We are professionals," Molly said. "Last job you wore a tutu." "It was convincing," Molly said. Bill sighed. "This plan is terrible." "Terrible but brilliant," Molly said. "When do we go time?" "When the cake comes out," Molly said. "Then we strike?" "Then we strike. And run." "I still hate clowns." "Everyone hates clowns," Molly said. "Now grab the sack." Bill grabbed it. "Let's do this." "Remember," Molly said. "Smile like it's fun." "I hate smiling," Bill said. "Then fake it," Molly said. Bill nodded. "Here we go." They walked inside together.<|end_message|>