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Molly paced the cluttered hideout, eyes on the house sketch. Bill sat chewing a sandwich, doubtful. "This kids' party is our big score, Bill. All those presents piled up, easy grab while everyone's distracted by cake and games," Molly said. "Stealing from children, Molly? That's a new low even for us. I thought we hit banks, not birthday bashes," Bill replied. "Banks have lasers and guards. This is balloons and juice boxes. We pose as the hired clowns. You juggle badly, I twist balloon animals that pop immediately," she explained. "I can't juggle. Last attempt I hit myself in the face. And popping balloons might scare the little ones," he worried. "That's the diversion. Chaos is our cover. While they scream at the pops, we fill these oversized party bags with wrapped gifts from the table," Molly insisted. "Oversized bags at a party look suspicious. Parents will ask why the clowns are hoarding loot," Bill pointed out. "We claim it's for a piñata refill or leftover collection. Improvise like always. You trip over the punch bowl for extra mess," she suggested. "I always get the clumsy part. Why not just sneak in after dark when kids are gone?" he asked. "Presents leave with the guests. We strike mid-party, grab bulk, vanish before opening time. The Wilsons are loaded, gifts worth pawn shop gold," Molly argued. "Loaded or not, getting spotted by a toddler in a superhero shirt could blow it. Costumes help, but fairy wings on me? I'll look insane," Bill complained. "Insane is perfect. No one suspects the dancing fairy of theft. We enter the side gate like invited entertainers, set up near gifts," she said. "Near gifts means eyes on us. What if a parent wants a balloon giraffe right as I snatch a box?" he questioned. "Hand them a deflated one and dash. Timing with Happy Birthday singing, all faces to the cake. You start the conga to pull crowd away," Molly planned. "Conga line? I'm not leading kids in a dance while you bag toys. That's too much spotlight," Bill protested. "Then fake a magic trick fail, rabbits everywhere, fake of course. Confusion reigns, we exit kitchen door to the van two streets over," she countered. "Van loaded with stolen teddy bears and video games. Hope no unique items trace back. And if a cop dad is there?" he cautioned. "Unlikely at a five-year-old bash. We wear wigs under clown paint, change in the van. Profits fund the real museum job next," Molly beamed. "Museum after this farce. Fine, I'm in, but if we end up in a bouncy castle chase, your fault," Bill sighed. "Deal. Practice your balloon twist. Make it look accidental explosion. Legendary heist or hilarious fail, either way we laugh later," she concluded. They high-fived over pizza crusts, refining the clown waddle and bag stash spots, joking about possible cake-in-face getaways and dinosaur costume backups if clowns flopped.