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The van smelled like stale pizza and bad decisions. Molly spread the blueprints across the dashboard. "Okay, walk me through this again. We're stealing from a five-year-old?" Bill squinted at the crayon drawing labeled TOP SECRET BIRTHDAY FORTRESS. "It's not about the kid, Bill. It's about the principle. And the presents. Do you know how much a Bluey plush costs right now?" He sighed, adjusting his oversized clown nose. "Molly, last week you said we'd never stoop to piñatas. And now we're robbing a bounce house?" Molly tapped the giant X marked PRESENT MOUNTAIN. The blueprint was clearly just the invitation with sword doodles added. "That was before I saw the gift list. Little Timmy's getting a Nintendo Switch, a pile of LEGOs, and apparently a live pony. We flip the pony alone and we're retired." Bill stared at her, then at the clown shoes that didn't fit. "First of all, there is no pony. His mom wrote pony-themed party. Second, how do we even get past the parents?" Molly grinned and pulled two tiny vests from a bag. "Easy. We are the entertainment. You are Buttons the Sad Clown. I am Sparkles the Slightly More Optimistic Clown. We walk in, we do balloons, we leave with the loot." Bill held up the vest that read OFFICIAL GIFT GUARD. "This says gift guard. That's suspicious. Also, where did you get a van that says Free Cupcakes?" She honked the horn and it squeaked like a rubber chicken. "Borrowed it from my cousin. Look, security is light. One mom with a whistle, two dads arguing about juice boxes, and a teenager on his phone who is supposed to be supervising. We just need to distract them for ninety seconds." Outside, children screamed and a bounce house wobbled dangerously in the wind. "Ninety seconds to steal twenty presents? That's insane. And immoral. And logistically, how are we carrying a LEGO Death Star out without Timmy noticing?" Molly zipped up her jumpsuit, revealing hidden pockets everywhere. "With our super secret tool. The present trash bag. We say we're helping clean up. Parents love clean up. No parent has ever questioned a clown with a trash bag. It's clown business." Bill looked at his reflection and sighed deeply again. "Okay, but if we get caught, I'm blaming the clown nose. And if there's actually a pony, I'm riding it out of there. Like a getaway horse." Molly high-fived him, leaving glitter on his cheek. "Deal. Now put on your big shoes, partner. We have a birthday to ruin and enough gift cards to buy that pizza van you love." They opened the van doors as Happy Birthday started playing off-key nearby. "One question. What if Timmy cries?" "Then we give him a balloon animal and steal faster." They waddled toward the yard. "Remember, act natural. No one suspects clowns bearing trash bags and bad intentions." "And Bill, try not to befriend the kids this time." "No promises. They get me."