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Molly adjusted her party hat and whispered, "Bill, are you absolutely certain about this?" Bill tightened his clown nose. "The Johnson twins are turning eight, Molly. Eight-year-olds get LEGOS." "But it's a birthday party, Bill. There will be children." "Exactly. Children are small. Easily distracted. I've studied their patterns." Molly leaned closer. "What patterns?" "They fixate on cake. The moment that cake appears, they become... predictable." "And the presents?" Bill's eyes gleamed. "Stacked by the door. Unattended. A professional opportunity." "Bill, we're stealing from children." "We're redistributing wealth, Molly. Those kids have too many toys. I read an article." Molly sighed. "What's our entry?" "Through the bounce house. I've already deflated it slightly. We'll emerge as surprise guests." "Surprise guests who are thirty-seven and forty-two?" "We'll say we're... uncles." "Which uncle?" "The fun one. There's always a fun uncle." Molly checked her watch. "The party starts in ten minutes." Bill cracked his knuckles. "Then let's make some memories, Molly. Painful ones. For us. Joyful ones. For us too, after we sell the LEGOS." "Bill, you can't sell LEGOS. They're opened." "Then we'll sell the experience. The trauma. Art therapy, Molly. Very trendy."