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"Okay, so the plan is simple, we walk in dressed as clowns, grab the presents, and walk out." Molly whispered. "Molly, that is the dumbest plan I've ever heard, and I once tried to rob a police station with a water pistol." Bill hissed. "Oh, like you have a better idea, genius?" she snapped. "Yeah, we pretend to be parents, say 'oops, our kid Timmy invited us,' then just take the pile." he said. "Bill, we don't have a kid, we don't even like kids, and the invitation says 'Ava turns six'." Molly groaned. "Exactly, perfect cover, no one questions tired parents at a screaming kids' party, we just look exhausted and grab gifts." Bill grinned. "Fine, but if we have to sing happy birthday, I'm stealing the cake too." she muttered. "Deal, you distract them with clown shoes anyway, I'll stuff the presents in the 'gifts for Timmy' bag." he whispered. "We don't own clown shoes, Bill." Molly sighed. "Then buy some, they're on sale, plus kids love clowns, we blend right in." Bill added. "And if anyone asks, we just say Timmy has severe allergies and needs all presents for treatment?" "Perfect, totally believable, let's go." "Now?" "Now."