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Molly crouched behind the rusty minivan watching the chaotic backyard birthday party. "Bill, look at that present table, totally unguarded and loaded." Bill adjusted his fake mustache and squinted at the clown making balloon animals. "Perfect, we stroll in wearing party hats like tired parents." Molly snorted and lowered her binoculars, grinning at his ridiculous confidence. "You look like a parent? You ate frosting off the sidewalk yesterday." Bill shrugged proudly, brushing crumbs off his oversized trench coat. "That was undercover tasting, Molly, strictly professional thief business." She pointed toward the side gate swinging open near the pizza boxes. "Fine, genius, how do we haul Lego past that hyper clown?" Bill grinned and patted the large wagon parked behind them. "Easy, we label it party cleanup and act totally bored." Molly imagined screaming toddlers tackling Bill for juice boxes and candy. "And when the birthday kid screams bloody murder?" "We blame the clown, always blame the creepy clown." Confetti burst over the fence as cheerful music thumped loudly. "Okay, you distract the clown while I grab loot." "Why am I always stuck with terrifying clown duty?" Bill sighed dramatically, tugging a tiny party hat onto his head. "Let's steal joy."