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"Molly, remind me again why we're robbing a six-year-old?" Bill whispered. "Because, Bill, little Timmy's pile of presents is worth more than the bank job," Molly hissed. "Right, but it's a kids party, there's gonna be clowns, balloons, screaming." "Exactly, perfect cover, nobody suspects two adults in clown makeup." "Wait, we have clown makeup? You didn't mention clown makeup." "I bought it, extra large shoes, red noses, everything, it's foolproof." "Foolproof? Last time you said foolproof we got stuck in a bouncy castle for three hours." "That was reconnaissance, this time we walk in, grab the Paw Patrol tower and run." "What about the parents? And the actual clown they hired?" "We tell them we're the backup clowns, support clowns, emotional support clowns." "Oh god, Molly, there's a mom staring right at us." "Quick, act natural, juggle something, juggle your guilt about stealing from children." "I can't juggle, I'm having a moral crisis here." "Save it, grab the loot, I want that blue bicycle." "Fine, but if we get caught, you're explaining to my mother why I'm in jail for stealing Legos," Bill muttered. "Mother? Please, you'll be a legend, the Hamburglar of birthdays."