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"Molly, why are we wearing clown shoes to a burglary?" Bill whispered. "Because the invitation said costumes, and I commit to a theme." "It's a children's party." "Exactly. No one suspects a giraffe with lock picks." "You're a duck." "Then quack quieter. Now, when the magician yells 'abracadabra,' we grab the gift table." "That's thirty presents, Molly." "Thirty-one. I brought a tote labeled definitely not stolen loot." "Bill, stop eating the cake bait." "It said 'eat me.'" "That's for the birthday kid." "His wish was probably for us to learn boundaries." "Too late. Ducklings, formation. You distract with balloon animals; I sweep the pile. Keep your wings down." Molly hissed. "If we trip over the clown shoes, I'm telling prison it was community theater." Bill nodded solemnly with jazz hands and emotional deniability. "My balloon animals look like evidence." "Perfect, confuse the detectives." "What if a child sees us?" "Offer them a juice box and a life of plausible deniability." "That's bribery." "That's hospitality with pockets. Ready?" "Molly, the piñata is judging me." "Good. Let it witness history. On three, we waddle." "One." "Two." "Wait, I left my moral compass in the van." "Bill, we never had one." "Oh. Three."