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Molly grinned at Bill inside their cramped, clown-costumed getaway van parked outside. "Bill, at noon we waddle inside disguised as Bongo and Bingo, beloved birthday clowns, carrying enormous empty sacks labeled balloon animals." "Molly, children adore clowns, but parents immediately suspect clowns carrying sacks marked presents, loot, or suspiciously jingly contraband." "Relax, our sacks say definitely not stolen gifts, which research proves is the least suspicious sentence in criminal history." "Brilliant, while you juggle cupcakes, I shall distract everyone with tragically incompetent magic and accidentally saw myself emotionally in half." "Meanwhile, I tiptoe toward the present table, replace every gift with expertly wrapped bricks, socks, and disappointed fruitcakes." Bill adjusted his squeaky nose. "What if little Timmy demands his present early and discovers he has inherited masonry?" "Then you honk your nose, shout abracadabra, and declare bricks are limited edition invisible bicycles requiring imagination and batteries." "Perfect, but the birthday girl has a terrifying grandmother armed with cake, questions, and ninety years of lie detecting experience." "We compliment her hat, offer bingo, then flee through the bouncy castle when the piñata explodes gloriously overhead." "Steal cake too?" "Obviously, Bill, crime without cake is merely cardio with sprinkles." They fist-bumped gleefully.