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Molly leaned against the brick wall, squinting at the invitation. "Bill, this is a children's birthday party. We're stealing presents. This plan makes zero sense." "Says who?" Bill adjusted a party hat that was too big. "I've got a map of the layout. Back entrance, three minutes' headstart before the cake cutting." "The cake cutting? Molly, we need to be inside before that." "Already on it. I'll pose as a clown. Distract the kids with balloon animals while you grab the gifts." "Balloon animals? Bill, you can't even blow up a party horn without choking." "Details, details. You handle the presents, I'll handle the chaos. Besides, kids love clowns. They'll forget we exist." "Or they'll remember we're the weirdos who stole their presents." "Ah, but we'll leave a note: 'Thanks for the party, we loved the piñata.' Blame the clown." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're a disaster waiting to happen." "Yet you're here. Admit it, you're in." "Ugh, fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now, let's find a getaway car. I saw a unicycle in the parking lot." Molly groaned. "A *unicycle*? Bill, we can't escape on a unicycle." "Comedy gold, Molly. Comedy gold."