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"Okay, walk me through it again," Bill whispered. "Simple. We go in, we grab the presents, we get out rich," Molly said. "Rich? It's Paw Patrol stickers and half-eaten cupcakes," Bill said. "Don't underestimate the sticker resale market," Molly said. "There's like eight seven-year-olds in there. One of them is already crying," Bill said. "Perfect cover. Chaos is our friend," Molly said. "Sure, but the mom hired a clown. Clowns remember faces," Bill said. "We'll wear clown makeup. Foolproof," Molly said. "You said that about the petting zoo job and you got headbutted by a goat," Bill said. "That goat had it coming. Look, the pile is huge. I saw a LEGO Death Star," Molly said. "Okay. What's our code word if it goes south?" Bill asked. "We scream birthday and run," Molly said. "That's terrible. What if they think we're part of the entertainment?" Bill said. "Then we juggle. You practiced," Molly said. "I can't juggle. I have carpal tunnel from our last brilliant plan," Bill said. "Fine. We waddle in, act like parents who lost their kid, grab the table, bolt. Easy," Molly said. "That's kidnapping and theft now," Bill said. "It's called multitasking. Ready?" Molly asked. "No. Absolutely not," Bill said. "Great. Let's go," Molly said.