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Molly spread the party supply catalog across the stained coffee table in the dim kitchen light, circling the deluxe clown package with red pen. Bill squinted at the glitter printout carefully. The van was parked around back, idling quietly. "We dress as clowns?" Bill asked, adjusting his polka-dot bow tie. "I look terrifying." "You look festive," Molly said, pointing at the princess castle cake picture. "The Henderson boy turns six Saturday. Thirty kids, gift table by the bounce house." "Thirty kids?" Bill checked his watch before gulping his cold coffee. "That's thirty witnesses with juice boxes and sticky fingers." "They'll be hyped on sugar," Molly grinned, tapping the detailed heist plan. "We pose as entertainers. Juggling, tricks, balloon animals, the whole bit." "And the loot?" Bill leaned forward eagerly. "Presents, Bill. All of them. We stuff them in the van while they watch the piñata." "What if they recognize us from the mugshots?" Molly pulled out a sequined rainbow wig. "We're the Sparkle Sisters. Nobody suspects sparkles." Bill touched the glitter nervously. "I think I'm allergic to this plan." "Good," Molly laughed, high-fiving him with a glitter-covered hand. "Nerves mean you're alive. Practice your balloon animal." The plan looked good.