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"Bill, I'm telling you, this is a terrible idea," Molly said, adjusting her black ski mask. "Children's parties are death traps." "Come on, Mol, live a little," Bill replied, stuffing loot bags into his getaway backpack. "Free food, free cake, and we snatch all the presents. Easy score." "The kids will see us. The parents will call the police. What if there's a clown?" "There won't be a clown. I checked the guest list. No clowns. Just soccer moms and sugar-crazed eight-year-olds." "And the birthday girl? What's her deal?" "Bethany. Six years old. Loves ponies. We hit her piñata collection, we're golden." "Piñatas? Bill, we're supposed to be stealing presents, not destroying children's entertainment." "Details, Molly. Details. Look, I already rigged the gift table with a fake mustache and everything. We slide in, grab the good stuff, slide out. Twenty minutes, tops." "The fake mustache is going to look ridiculous." "Molly, I'm hurt. That mustache has gotten us out of more scrapes than you can count." "Those were library books, Bill. Library books."