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Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the getaway car's hood. "Bill, kids' parties have cake, screaming, and zero security," she grinned. Bill adjusted his fake mustache nervously. "Molly, I refuse to wear a clown nose again. It itches horribly," he sighed. Molly pointed at the backyard fence on the map. "Relax, we walk in with gifts, then walk out with twenty," she whispered. Bill peered through binoculars at bouncing toddlers everywhere. "Those kids are feral. One bit me last time, remember?" he muttered. Molly tossed him a glittery birthday bag and winked. "Perfect cover. Nobody suspects a tired dad carrying juice boxes," she said. Bill brightened visibly while practicing his exhausted parental slouch. "Okay, I distract the magician while you grab the presents?" he asked. Molly nodded grimly and loaded pillowcases into the stroller. "Exactly. Then we vanish before the piñata explodes," she laughed. Bill shoved juice boxes atop pillowcases with surprising care. "What if they invited a real clown who knows us?" he whispered. Molly honked a rubber nose loudly to test courage. "Then we steal his giant balloon animals and retire rich on Legos, pal," she declared as sirens wailed faintly. "Deal, my best birthday thief ever today?"