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Molly unfolded the birthday invitation across Bill’s kitchen table, pinning one corner with a pickle jar and the other with his getaway shoe. The party began at two, which gave them exactly enough time to become clowns, assuming Bill stopped practicing his dramatic entrance through the laundry chute. Molly said, “We pose as clowns, grab presents, and flee before cake.” Bill saluted with a rubber chicken. “Fine, but I refuse to wear the squeaky nose again.” Their plan was beautifully simple: arrive in a borrowed ice cream van, perform three tricks, and wheel the gift table out during the musical statues finale. Unfortunately, Bill had borrowed the van from his mother, who insisted on driving. Molly added her to the diagram as a large question mark wearing sunglasses. By noon, they had assembled two wigs, a collapsing ladder, and forty feet of rope that Bill swore was essential for something called tactical mime. Molly packed the smoke bombs, then remembered they were actually party poppers. Bill packed sandwiches, because even criminal genius needed lunch. Outside, the van honked. Bill’s mother waved from the driver’s seat, already wearing both wigs and holding a sack labeled birthday loot. Molly immediately reconsidered everything.