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"Okay, Bill, listen up," Molly said. "We're hitting the birthday party at noon. The clown is our inside man." Bill frowned. "The clown? Since when do we trust a man who makes balloon animals for a living?" "Since he owes me forty bucks and a pony," Molly replied. "Here's the plan. You sneak in through the bounce house, I'll distract the parents with a fake cake allergy." "Fake cake allergy?" "I scream, they panic, you grab the presents and stash them in the piñata." Bill gasped. "The piñata? It's shaped like a dinosaur and already full of candy. We'll look like the world's worst piñata burglars." "Exactly," Molly said. "Nobody suspects a dinosaur. Now, are you wearing the tutu?" "No." "Bill, the invitation said 'princess or superhero.' You're a princess." "I'm not wearing a tutu, Molly." "Fine," she sighed. "Be a superhero. But cape or no cape, we split the loot fifty-fifty. Especially the remote-control car." "Especially the car," Bill agreed. "But if the clown double-crosses us—" "He gets a face full of glitter glue. Now grab the trash bags. We're stealing childhood, one present at a time. And don't forget the goody bags. Glitter is the ultimate getaway disguise."