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Molly tapped the glitter-strewn invitation beneath a sagging "Happy Party" banner while Bill adjusted his bowler hat beside juice boxes and a suspicious piñata. The air smelled of cake and impending chaos. "A children's party, Bill. The security is purely emotional," Molly said. Bill pulled out a crowbar and studied the balloons with professional disdain. "Children are soft targets. They can't clock a con." "We're talking juice and shredded hopes," Molly said, eyeing the entry. "Hope is overrated. I want the dinosaur treasure," Bill replied. "Plan: sneak through the balloon arch. I distract with magic," Molly said. "You do magic?" Bill asked. "Terrible magic. I make a rabbit vanish; the girl cries," Molly said. Bill checked his tool. The bounce house loomed like a plastic castle of doom. "While they weep, I grab gifts?" "Exactly. Fill the duffel, bounce house, gone," Molly said. "What if there's a clown?" Bill asked, glancing at a poster. "Clowns are sad makeup people. I'll ask about feelings," Molly said. Bill smiled. He was clearly not built for childhood celebrations. "This is the worst idea ever." "Good. Let's steal joy," Molly said, pulling on her gloves. They adjusted their masks and stepped toward the balloon arch like professionals who had definitely made better life choices.