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The van smelled like old frosting and desperation. Molly spread blueprints across the dashboard, but they were just a crayon map from a kid's invitation. Bill adjusted his fake red nose, which squeaked mournfully. "Okay, so we go in as clowns?" Bill asked, tugging his oversized shoes. Molly snorted. "We are not clowns, Bill. Clowns scare children. We are magicians. Much more trustworthy." She pointed at a glittery unicorn sticker labeled vault. "That's the present table? That's heavily guarded by a mom with juice boxes." Bill whispered, suddenly taking the security seriously. "Exactly. Operation Pinata Grab is a go. You distract her, I grab the loot." He stared. "How do I distract a mother of four who runs marathons?" Molly grinned and pulled out a squeaky balloon animal. "You tell her little Timmy needs emergency face painting. Go." Bill gulped as children's screams of joy echoed from the bouncy castle next door. "Molly, what if we just buy presents like normal criminals?" She paused, genuinely considering ethics for the first time all week. "Bill, we owe a loan shark. We cannot afford Toys R Us." The van door creaked open ominously. "Fine. But I want the dinosaur cake now please?"