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Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle rental van, binoculars in one hand, a map of the party venue in the other. The sound of screaming children and pop music drifted from the backyard. "Okay, Bill, here's the plan," she whispered. "You distract the clown. I'll hit the present table." Bill shook his head. "Absolutely not. Last time I distracted a clown, he made me a balloon animal. A balloon animal, Molly. It was a poodle. I still have it." "Oh, grow up. This is a seven-year-old's birthday party, not Fort Knox." "Exactly! There's a piñata. Do you know what happens when a piñata breaks? Chaos. Children are feral when candy is involved. We could get trampled." Molly studied the yard through her binoculars. "The presents are piled next to the cake table. Unguarded. It's almost insulting." "We're stealing from children," Bill said. "Have you no shame?" "Bill, we're thieves. Shame left the business plan around the same time you cried during A Bug's Life." "That was a heist movie for ants! Emotionally complex!" "Fine. New plan. I'll cut the power to the bounce house. When it deflates, we grab everything and run." Bill sighed, pulling a ski mask over his face. "A ski mask. At a birthday party. In July." "Commit to the bit, Bill." They crept toward the fence. Somewhere, a clown honked.