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Molly grinned, unfolding the crumpled map. "Okay, the Johnson kid turns six Saturday, backyard party, clown, bouncy castle, mountain of presents." Bill peered over her shoulder nervously. "We are seriously stealing from a toddler? That's low, even for us." "Think big, Bill. Legos, bikes, robot dinosaurs. Kids get the best loot untouched by taxes." He groaned. "Yeah, guarded by twelve sugary ninjas, one tired mom, and a clown who does balloon animals." She whispered. "Please. We dress as clowns, walk in with an empty gift bag, walk out stuffed. Nobody questions extra clowns." "I hate clown makeup. Last time I broke out, and kids cried. I still hear the screaming." "Suck it up, buttercup. You distract with magic tricks while I grab presents and cake." "I don't know magic. I can barely shuffle cards without dropping spaghetti from my sleeves." Molly winked. "Perfect! Kids love spaghetti sleeves. Just yell abracadabra, trip over the bouncy castle, total chaos." Bill gulped. "And if the birthday mom catches us? Do we run, cry, or demand juice boxes like hostages?" "We smile, yell surprise inspection, grab three cupcakes for the road, sprint like caffeinated pirates." "Fine, but I get first pick of Legos." "Deal."