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Molly unfolded the glitter-covered floor plan across the hood. Bill squinted at the bouncy castle entrance. "This is absolutely insane, Molly. It's a six-year-old's birthday party," Bill whispered. "It's the richest six-year-old in town, Bill. That pile of presents is worth ten grand," Molly hissed. "So we just walk in dressed as clowns?" Bill asked. "We infiltrate as entertainment, grab the loot, vanish before cake," she said. "You hate kids," Bill muttered. "I hate being broke more. You got the getaway wagon?" Molly asked. "The minivan still has cheerios inside," Bill said. "Perfect cover. We park by the presents table, load quickly," Molly said. "What if they recognize us from the zoo job?" Bill asked. "No one recognizes a sad man with face paint crying," Molly laughed. "Fine, but I'm not making terrible balloon animals again," Bill sighed. Molly grinned, revving the engine. The heist of happy birthday was officially on. Their matching clown shoes squeaked ominously. Outside, a line of exhausted parents carried juice boxes like contraband. Somewhere behind the fence, children screamed with absolute joy, completely unaware that two very unqualified criminals were plotting pathetic larceny for a mountain of questionable plastic toys and leftover pizza crusts tonight.