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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly. "You sure this is the right house?" Bill squinted at the balloon archway. "Three stories, inflatable reindeer, and a bounce castle. Yeah, this is the McAllister place. Their kid’s birthday is today." "Perfect. Rich parents, spoiled brats, mountains of unopened toys." Molly rubbed her hands together. "We’ll be in and out before the cake’s even cut." Bill scratched his chin. "What’s the play? Front door’s wide open, but there’s a face painter by the entrance." Molly smirked. "We go in as clowns. I’ve got the makeup in the bag." "Clowns? At a kid’s party?" "Exactly. No one questions extra clowns." She tossed him a red nose. "You distract the magician. I’ll hit the gift table." Bill sighed. "I hate magicians." "Then make it quick. And for heaven’s sake, don’t eat the cotton candy. It’s a trap." "Since when is cotton candy a trap?" "Since always." Molly adjusted her fake mustache. "Now move. The piñata’s about to drop."