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Molly paced by the kitchen table, her finger tracing a map crumpled under a coffee mug. Bill devoured a sandwich, crumbs dotting his shirt. “This is it, the big one. Children’s party on 5th Street. All the presents, unguarded.” Bill swallowed. “Unlikely. Parents, balloons, a sugar-crazed toddler with a piñata stick? We’ll need camouflage.” “Clowns. We’ll dress as clowns. Inconspicuous.” She jabbed the map. “Twelve-thirty. Midnight. The gift table’s under the banner ‘Happy Birthday, Timmy.’” Bill raised an eyebrow. “And if we get caught?” “We don’t get caught.” She smirked. “We’re *Molly and Bill*, the Ghost Clowns of Downtown. They’ll think we’re part of the decor.” “Decor that steals?” He chuckled. “What about the cake?” “The cake’s *ours*,” Molly declared. “We’re not monsters.” Bill nodded solemnly. “Right. But if Timmy’s dad spots us, we’re blaming the raccoon.” “Deal.” She folded the map. “Operation: Gift Grift begins at midnight. And Bill?” “Yeah?” “If we’re caught, I’m blaming you.” He grinned. “Worth it for the clown noses.” They high-fived, then nearly knocked over a bucket of glitter.