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Molly traced her finger along the blueprint, eyeing the bounce house. "So let me get this straight. We're stealing birthday presents." Bill adjusted his ski mask. "It's not stealing if they're poorly wrapped." "Come again?" "Look at these boxes. That's not gift wrap, that's duct tape and hope." Molly squinted at the blueprint. "What about the children?" "They're just tiny party crashers anyway." "The parents will notice." "That's why we wear these ridiculous disguises." Bill pulled out a terrible blonde wig. "I'm going as a mom." "A mom (laughs) with that mustache?" "It's au naturel. Very natural." Molly grabbed her own costume piece. "I'm the birthday clown." "Perfect. Nothing says 'innocent party entertainment' like a grown woman in face paint." "Bill, what's that smell?" "That's my special blend of nervous sweat and cheap cologne. Works every time." "And if we get caught?" "Then we blame the other clown." "The other clown doesn't exist." "Exactly. Perfect crime."