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Molly smoothed down her silly clown trousers, carefully checking her smudged reflection in the dirty van window. "I still say stealing from a little child's birthday party is a new low, Molly. Even for two seasoned, convicted felons." Bill adjusted his uncomfortable red foam nose, which squeezed his wide nostrils so tightly his nervous voice squeaked pathetically. "Timmy’s parents are very rich hedge fund managers, Bill. Those wrapped boxes contain pure bearer bonds and custom gold watches." She slung a massive burlap sack over her left shoulder, painted with fake letters to fool all the sharp suburban mothers. "What about the bouncy castle guards? Or the sugar crazed toddler horde? They will tear us limb from limb for birthday cake!" Bill pointed frantically toward the chaotic back garden, where forty shrieking children were currently annihilating a giant unicorn piñata with heavy wooden bats. "Relax, partner. We slip in during the magic show, swap the present pile with fake boxes full of raw broccoli, and make our grand escape down the wet slip and slide. Put on your giant clown shoes." Molly violently kicked open the rusty van door, ready to execute the ultimate high stakes suburban play date heist immediately.