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"Molly, we're robbing a six-year-old's birthday party." Bill hissed. "Correction, Bill, we're liberating plastic junk from ungrateful brats." Molly grinned. "That's cold. Even for you. Whose idea was this again?" "Yours, after you lost our rent money betting on competitive duck herding." "Okay, fair. But the plan? There's gonna be clowns, parents, sugar-high kids." "Simple. You dress as Clowny the Clown. I dress as the responsible adult." "I ain't wearing greasepaint! Last time I broke out!" "Fine. You want to be the pony? The invite says there's a pony." "Oh hell no. I'll be the clown. What's the distraction?" "You do balloon animals until someone cries, then I grab the present mountain and bolt." "That's it? That's the whole plan? What about the laser tag bouncy castle?" "Mate, it's Paw Patrol, not Oceans Eleven. We steal, we leave, we eBay." "What if they have cake?" "Then we steal that too." "Chocolate frosting?" Bill asked. "Double chocolate, with sprinkles, and probably those little plastic dinosaurs kids love." Molly said. "We're terrible people, Molly." "Worst. Now go practice your squeaky nose." Bill shifted nervously beside the minivan loaded with wrapping paper. "And no eating the loot before we split it okay boss."