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Molly spread the glittery invitation across the getaway car hood. Bill stared at the bouncy castle blueprint taped beside it. "This is our most lucrative job yet," Molly said. Bill frowned. "You want to rob a screaming six-year-old?" "Seven. Turning seven. Bigger presents," she said. "We are professional criminals, not monsters," Bill whispered. "Relax. There's literally a Nintendo Switch in there," Molly said. Bill sighed, adjusting his oversized clown shoes. "So what's the actual master plan?" "You distract the real clown, I grab the loot," Molly said. "I am the clown," Bill said. "Exactly. Look conflicted and honk sadly," she said. "What about the kids?" Bill asked. "They are easily bamboozled. Just juggle badly until they cry," Molly said. Bill nodded solemnly. "I hate that this could actually work," he said. Molly grinned, loading trash bags into a sack marked LAUNDRY. The driveway ahead was pure chaos, screaming toddlers and one dad with barbecue tongs. "Welcome to birthday crime," Molly whispered. "If we get caught, it's performance art," Bill said. "If we get caught, we blame the magician," Molly said. She revved the engine while Bill squeaked his nose. "Let's freaking party," she shouted. The bouncy castle awaited them.