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"Molly, we're stealing from a five-year-old's birthday?" Bill hissed. "Correction, twenty five-year-olds, and those presents are untouched Legos worth a fortune," Molly said. "My conscience can't handle clown confrontation." "The clown is Uncle Steve, drunk, in facepaint. Harmless." "Last time you said harmless, I got stuck in a ball pit for three hours." "Focus. We enter through the kitchen, disguised as entertainers." "I am not wearing the unicorn costume again." "You are, because kids love unicorns and adults trust them implicitly." "What about parents?" "Distract them with cake. You cry, they panic, I grab the loot." "Why do I always cry?" "Because you have the emotional range of a soggy juice box." "Rude. How many presents are we talking?" "Mountain. Bigger than the piñata. We need the duffel bag." "The one that says Definitely Not Stolen?" "Exactly. Let's roll." "Do we have to return before pin the tail?" "Bill, we're stealing the tail too." "Seriously? The donkey's butt is already traumatic enough," Bill muttered. "Think big, Bill. Birthday to crime-day." "The bouncy castle guards the presents, right?" "No, Brenda from daycare guards them, scarier." "Brenda scares me." "Good. Fear keeps you sharp. Now sparkle up, unicorn." "Fine, let's sleigh." "Today."