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Molly peered through the binoculars, her breath fogging the lenses. "There's the target. Pink bouncy castle, a piñata shaped like a unicorn, and a table groaning under the weight of gift wrap." Bill shifted in the driver's seat, crunching a bag of chips. "Looks like a goldmine. But how do we get past the parents? They're armed with cameras and judgment." "Easy," Molly said, lowering the glasses. "We don't go in as thieves. We go in as the entertainment. I've got a clown costume in the back. Honk the nose, do a few balloon animals." Bill snorted. "You? A clown? You once scared a kid at a mall just by frowning. That's not funny, that's a trauma trigger." "Fine," she countered. "Then you go as the magician. You can pull a rabbit out of a hat while I lift the presents." "Magician? I can't even pull a quarter from behind my own ear without getting tangled. What if they ask for a trick?" "Then you do the disappearing act," Molly said, grinning. "You disappear with the loot. I'll cause a diversion by tripping over the bouncy castle." Bill sighed, tossing the empty chip bag aside. "Alright. But I'm keeping the cone hat. It's stylish." Molly smiled. "Deal. Now, go put on the wig. And remember, smile like you actually like kids." Bill grumbled, opening the van door. "I'll smile when I'm counting the cash."