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Molly adjusted her clown nose, the red foam bulb smelling faintly of rubber and despair. Bill tugged at his oversized polka-dot suspenders, looking less like a festive entertainer and more like a disgraced circus bear. They crouched low, viewing the chaotic swarm of sugar-rushed toddlers devouring cake. The pile of wrapped treasures beneath the plastic tree gleamed like gold bars in a secure vault. This was the ultimate score, devoid of lasers or guards, only exhausted parents and sticky fingers involved. Bill checked his watch, which was actually a timer for the magic show act they were hijacking today. Molly nodded silently, pulling a large sack from behind a balloon animal dog lying on the grass. The plan was simple. Distract with puppets, swipe the loot, vanish before the pinata broke open. Bill stood up, smoothing his ruffled collar. He grabbed the puppet stage. Molly hefted the sack. They moved toward the patio doors, blending into the noise of screaming children. The security was non-existent, just a grandma sleeping in a lawn chair. "We enter now," Bill said. "Wait for the song," Molly replied. "No time left," Bill argued. "Fine, move," Molly said. They slipped inside. The gifts waited silently.