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The van smelled like old bologna and bad decisions. "Molly, are we really robbing a six-year-old's birthday party?" Bill whispered. "We are liberating capitalism from children," Molly said. Molly adjusted her clown nose, which squeaked with judgment. "I brought the grappling hook and juice boxes for cover," Bill stared at the fortress, its fortress being a bouncy castle. "That castle is guarded by a very serious dad with a grill spatula," he said. "Spatula Man is nothing. I will distract him with small talk about lawn care," Molly grinned. "What's my job then? Stealing Bluey toys while crying inside?" Bill clutched the empty sack designed for presents and his dignity. "Exactly! You grab gifts, I grab cake. We're monsters, Bill. Efficient monsters," The sprinklers turned on, soaking their getaway Crocs. "If we get caught, we tell them we're entertainers?" "We are the worst entertainers ever," They high-fived, missed, and rolled toward inevitable embarrassment and frosting. "Charge! For plastic dinosaurs and moral bankruptcy!" Molly shouted, charging the bouncy castle like a squeaky, determined gremlin. "I regret everything already!" Bill sobbed, following her into a yard full of screaming children and questionable life choices. "Why?" The banner read welcome to bad decisions.