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Bill adjusted his neon pink tutu and glared at the suburban bounce house glistening in the morning sun. "I still say we hit the jewelry store," Bill whispered. Molly checked her clipboard, adjusting a clown nose that kept sliding off her sweaty nose. "Jewelry stores don't have piñatas, Bill, and more importantly, they don't have seventy-two children hopped up on artisanal juice boxes." "We are master criminals. We robbed the Swiss National Bank." "And we spent it all on this ridiculous van. Now focus. The perimeter is guarded by sugar-crazed toddlers." "So what's the vector?" "Diversionary tactics. I'm going to release thirty ferrets into the petting zoo while you hotwire the gift-laden golf cart." "Ferret stampede?" "Ferret stampede." "Classic." "Just don't trip over the miniature unicorn." "I make no promises." Molly patted Bill’s padded shoulder encouragingly, her fake flower squirting a stream of water directly into his left eye. Bill sighed, wiped his face, and readied his lockpicks. This was undoubtedly a new low in their illustrious criminal careers, but rent was due, and Elmo wasn't going to pay it himself.