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"Molly, are you sure?" Bill asked. "Bill, have you met kids?" Molly said. "Best toys." "These are toddlers with juice boxes, not vaults." "Juice boxes are liquid assets, and the presents are full of glitter." "Glitter is a deadly weapon, and you know my serious allergy." "We'll wear professional clown hazmat suits that make us look like medical staff." "What about parents?" "The 'forgot my glasses' look. We blend as awkward adults who brought store-bought cupcakes." "Store-bought? I thought we were sophisticated professionals." "We don't need sophistication when there's a piñata. We go at 2:15, during the balloon routine." "Which clown?" "The broken-nose one." "Noted. Backyard fence?" "No, front door. Some dad named Kevin thinks community means leaving your door open for bears." "I hate Kevin and his open-door philosophy." "Good. You'll stay in the kitchen to distract adults with cryptocurrency and literal cheese fraud." "I'm good at cheese fraud." "Exactly. I'll grab the big presents with too much ribbon." "Caught?" "We're the entertainment. I'm a mime, and you're a very confusing magician." "I'll practice my mysterious vibe and my intimidating stare." "Bring the duffel." "Pink, says Princess. Adds character." "It holds four hundred cubic inches of stolen Legos. Let's go, Bill. The kid turns five, and he doesn't know what's coming."