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Molly adjusted her clown nose while Bill stuffed oversized shoes into a duffel bag. "Listen, Bill, the party starts at noon, the presents hit the gift table by twelve fifteen, and security is just one distracted grandma." "Molly, stealing birthday presents from seven year olds feels low, even for us, and we once robbed a lemonade stand during summer." "Relax, we are not monsters, we will leave thank you cards, plus one slightly haunted jack in the box for emotional realism." "Great, because nothing says professional thieves like fleeing through a bouncy castle while toddlers throw cake at our heads in pure chaos." "Exactly, chaos is our camouflage, especially if you wear the inflatable dinosaur costume and pretend to teach children about extremely suspicious prehistoric dance." Bill nodded solemnly. "I wore that costume last Halloween, Molly, and three children cried, two parents filmed me, and one goat followed me home afterward." "Perfect, fear creates distraction, distraction creates opportunity, and opportunity lets us grab every wrapped present before the magician even finds his rabbit." "Fine, but if anyone asks, you planned this ridiculous caper." Molly grinned wickedly. "Deal, partner, now grab the confetti cannon and practice your balloon animal alibi quickly."