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The party store's fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Molly spread a hand-drawn map across the counter. Bill leaned in, his coffee growing cold. "So you're telling me," Bill said, "that we're going to dress as clowns." "We're going to dress as *entertainers*," Molly corrected. "There's a difference." "There's a difference between a clown and a felon, and we're about to be both." Molly tapped the map with a manicured finger. "The Henderson kid turns six on Saturday. His parents are throwing a 'magical unicorn' themed party at the community center. Thirty kids. Two hundred presents minimum." "And you want to steal them from children." "I want to steal them from *rich* children. The Hendersons have a boat. A boat, Bill. Do you know what boats cost?" "I know what prison costs." "Not if we do this right." Molly pulled out a tablet, scrolling through photos. "Look at this. The party is from two to four. The parents will be in the 'adult lounge'—that's what they call the room with the cash bar. We go in as 'Sparkles and Giggles,' we do our forty-five minute routine, and while everyone's watching the balloon animals—" "—we load the SUV." "Exactly." Molly beamed. "The presents are stacked by the 'gift table.' Classic amateur move. No security. No cameras in the party room. Just a volunteer with a clipboard who thinks she's a party coordinator." Bill rubbed his temples. "You've done your homework." "I've done *every* homework. I know the volunteer's name is Deborah. I know she's allergic to latex, which means no balloon animals for her specifically. I know the Hendersons registered at three stores, and I know which presents are which based on the wrapping paper patterns I observed last weekend." "Last weekend?" "I did surveillance. Very professional." Molly pulled out a notepad covered in tiny handwriting. "The big box with the dinosaur paper? Nintendo Switch. The tall thin one with the rocket ship? Probably a telescope. The one that looks like it contains seventeen smaller presents? Lego. The Hendersons are *loaded*, Bill." Bill stared at her. "You want to steal a Nintendo Switch from a six-year-old." "I want to steal *everything* from a six-year-old. There's a moral difference." "What moral difference?" "He'll get over it. He has a boat." "His *parents* have a boat." "Same difference." Molly started packing her bag. "I've got the costumes. I found them at a thrift store in the next county. Nobody will recognize us." "Because we'll be wearing clown makeup." "Professional-grade. I watched seventeen tutorials." Bill sighed, picking up his coffee. "What's the routine?" Molly's eyes lit up. "I juggle. You do the 'sad clown' bit where you pretend to cry because nobody loves you, then I 'cheer you up' with a whoopee cushion. Classic. The kids eat it up. Then during the 'grand finale'—which is just me blowing up a giant balloon animal—you 'accidentally' knock over the gift table. Chaos. Confusion. We make our exit through the kitchen while everyone's checking if little Timmy is okay from the whoopee cushion incident." "And the presents?" "In the van. Pre-loaded with garbage bags. We transfer during the confusion." Bill was quiet for a moment. "Molly. The Hendersons have a boat." "I know." "They probably have security cameras outside." "Probably." "And you want me to be the 'sad clown'?" "I want you to be the *best* sad clown this side of the Mississippi." Bill set down his coffee. "I'm in." Molly grinned, extending her hand. "Partners?" "Partners." Bill shook it. "But if this goes wrong, I'm blaming you for everything." "Naturally." Molly grabbed her bag. "Saturday. Two o'clock. Don't be late. Sparkles doesn't wait for anyone." "Who's Sparkles?" "I am." She winked. "And you're Giggles. Try not to cry for real, Bill. The kids can tell." "I'll do my best." "That's all I ask." Molly turned toward the door, then paused. "Bill?" "Yeah?" "If we get caught... do you think they'd send us to the same prison?" Bill smiled despite himself. "I was hoping for different ones. I want to write you letters." "Romantic." "Desperate." He followed her out. "See you Saturday, Sparkles." "See you Saturday, Giggles."