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Molly adjusted goggles, squinting at the brightly lit backyard where streamers danced like colorful spies. Bill chewed stale licorice, eyes fixed on the towering pile of wrapped boxes beneath the slide. This was the big score. Kindergarten level. High risk, high reward. The sugar rush alone could kill a man. Molly checked her pink watch. The clown was distracted by a balloon emergency. Now was the window. They moved across astroturf, dressed in black tactical gear smelling faintly of lavender detergent. Bill reached for the largest box, shaped like a fortress. "Do you think it is actual Lego inside there?" asked Bill. Molly slapped his hand gently. Focus mattered more than curiosity. She pointed toward the exit strategy involving the bouncy castle. Bill nodded solemnly. The stakes were incredibly high tonight. Parents were everywhere, sipping wine and ignoring everything. A single squeaky shoe could doom them all. Molly signaled the go. They crept forward, hearts pounding against ribs like trapped birds. The treasure awaited them there. Plastic swords and dolls worth nothing on the black market but everything to them. Bill grinned widely again. They were professionals. "Wait, is that a chocolate cake for us to eat now?" asked Bill softly.