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Molly crouched behind the bounce house, adjusting her cat mask. "Okay, remind me why we're robbing a six-year-old's birthday party." "Because the kid's father is a diamond smuggler, and the loot's hidden in the presents," Bill whispered, wearing a clown nose that kept sliding off. "It's the perfect cover." "There's a pony here, Bill. I did not factor in a pony." "The pony is irrelevant. Stick to the plan. I distract the magician, you swap the gift boxes with the decoys." "The decoys are empty. They'll notice." "Not if the kid's drowning in presents already. Nobody counts at a birthday party." "The mother is counting, Bill. Mothers always count. It's their superpower." "Fine. Then grab the ones with the blue ribbon and leave the rest." "What if the blue ribbon is just... a ribbon?" Bill paused. "It's not." "How do you know?" "Because I spent three weeks bribing a party planner, and I'd like to see that effort pay off." Molly sighed as a stampede of children screamed past them toward the cake. "If a pony steps on me, I'm blaming you." "Just smile and wave like a normal clown." "You're the clown, Bill. I'm a cat. Cats don't wave." "Then be a sneaky cat. Go."