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Molly adjusted her sequined black turtleneck, which featured dancing snowmen, convinced the festive pattern served as urban camouflage. Bill spread a crayon-map invitation across the dashboard like a classified military blueprint, his expression deeply offended by primary colors. "We hit it during cake," Molly said. "Low risk, high reward present table." Bill tugged his rubber clown nose downward. "It's a kid's party. Not a vault." "Exactly. No cameras. Just Bubbles the dog. We wear these noses, grab gifts, and exit through the bouncy castle." Bill blinked at the inflatable diagram. "Through plastic?" "I deflate it with a hairpin. Classic exit." Bill rubbed his temples, examining a pastel scooter on the list. "We're stealing for Pokemon cards?" "That scooter is four hundred bucks. Choose: rent or dignity." "Dignity pays zero," Bill muttered, accepting the candy-striped duffel. "Nobody suspects clowns with duffels. Avoid the painter—she's ex-military." Molly checked her lockpick, hidden inside a balloon animal kit. Bill stared at his oversized shoes, feeling profoundly undignified. "This is my lowest point." "Your peak was 2019," Molly said, sliding behind the wheel. "Go before they cut the cake and notice every present vanished." Bill sighed, glitter already threatening his leather jacket. "If sparkle gets on me, I kill you." Molly grinned, turning the key. "Let's steal some joy."