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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bell dangling precariously. The party raged beyond the fence, a sugar-fueled chaos of shrieking kids and popping balloons. She nudged Bill, who was busy stuffing his pockets with stolen cupcakes. "Remind me why we’re robbing a bunch of five-year-olds again?" Bill muttered through a mouthful of frosting. "Because," Molly whispered, "no one suspects the clown." She gestured to her oversized bowtie, which concealed a lockpick set. Bill sighed. "Last time, we got stuck in a ball pit for three hours." "That was your fault. You panicked." A child’s laughter erupted nearby. Molly ducked behind a piñata shaped like a unicorn. "We go in, grab the presents, and vanish before the cake’s cut." Bill wiped frosting from his chin. "And if we get caught?" Molly grinned. "We’re just the entertainment." The piñata swayed ominously. Somewhere, a whistle blew. Bill groaned. "I hate clowns."