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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the hood of their van and weighted the corners with stale juice boxes. The community center glowed ahead, balloons bobbing against the windows like lazy sentries. Bill chewed his pen cap anxiously while studying the clown posted at the entrance. "Molly, you sure this is worth it?" Bill whispered, eyeing the mountain of brightly wrapped presents visible through the glass. "Are you kidding? Those kids got LEGOs, video games, maybe a pony." Molly grinned. "We go in as entertainers. You distract the clown, I grab the loot." she said, tapping the blueprint. "I don't do clowns, Molly. They smell fear and children." Bill muttered, tugging his fake mustache loose. "Fine, you take the presents, I'll handle Bozo. Just think of the payout." Molly hissed, shoving a balloon animal into his hands. "What if we get caught by a six year old with a juice box?" Bill asked, suddenly pale. "Then we share the cake and run. Nobody suspects the magician." Molly winked, pulling her oversized top hat low. "Trust me, after this we're retiring to adult parties." "Just don't eat the frosting evidence again." "Deal? Absolutely darling. Now." Bill sighed and followed her slowly inside.