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The van smelled like old pizza and bad decisions. Molly spread a glittery unicorn invitation across the steering wheel, smoothing out the cupcake frosting stain with her thumb. Bill lowered his binoculars and stared at the backyard two blocks down, where a bouncy castle wheezed in the wind. "Okay, so remind me why we're robbing a seven-year-old's birthday party?" Bill said. "Because seven-year-olds have a better haul than a jewelry store these days, Bill. You saw the mom's Instagram. They're doing a present pile, not a table, a pile. It's like Everest, but made of LEGOs and Nintendo Switches." "And you got us invited how?" "I volunteered us as the clown and the magician. Classic." Bill looked down at his stained hoodie. "I don't look like a clown." "You will when I put this nose on you. Trust the process." "You told me last time to trust the process and I ended up in a sewer with a bag of stolen ferrets." "Those ferrets were worth eight hundred dollars on the exotic pet market. You're welcome." Bill sighed and picked up a red foam nose. "So what's the plan? We walk in, do a balloon animal, steal all the presents while the kids are distracted?" "Exactly. You're Mr. Giggles. I'm The Amazing Mollini. You distract with balloon animals, I do a disappearing trick with the present pile. Except it actually disappears. Into this van." "What if the kids cry? I can't handle kids crying. Last time a kid cried near me I gave him my wallet." "That's why we're stealing from them before they develop emotional resilience. It's efficient. Look, the mom is putting the cake out now. That's our cue. The sugar crash window is nine minutes." "Do we have to wear those costumes? This clown wig is itchy." "It's authentic clown hair, Bill. I paid twelve bucks for it. Do you know how hard it is to find adult clown costumes on short notice? The only other option was sexy clown and I didn't think your knees could pull it off." "My knees are extremely sexy, thank you very much. And what about the other parents? There's like twenty adults there." "We tell them we're professional children's entertainers. We have a Yelp review. I made it this morning. Five stars. 'Mr. Giggles and The Amazing Mollini made my son's party disappear.' Which is technically prophetic." "This feels morally gray, even for us." "Molly and Bill robbed a charity bake sale last month. Our moral compass broke in 2019. We're just trying to get enough cash to fix the van's brakes." "Fair. Okay, I'm in. But if I have to touch another bouncy castle I quit." "Deal. Now put on the nose, grab the gift bag the size of a body bag, and let's go ruin someone's childhood." Molly adjusted the rearview mirror, which was cracked and held together with a unicorn sticker. Outside, a dad in a too-tight superhero shirt tried to wrestle the bouncy castle flat while three kids chanted for cake. The whole street smelled like grilled hot dogs and cheap sunscreen and impending felony. The van door creaked open and the sound of screaming children floated down the street like a battle cry.