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Molly adjusted her neon clown wig, synthetic fibers itching terribly against her scalp. Bill struggled with the oversized balloon sword, twisted latex squeaking with every nervous movement. They crouched behind the hedge, watching the bouncing castle inflate like a giant colorful tumor. The target lay inside the community hall, wrapped in shiny paper and bowed with reckless abandon. Birthday loot was surprisingly lucrative if one ignored the moral implications of robbing toddlers. Bill whispered, "Do we really need the glitter cannon for this job?" Molly checked her watch, timing the cake cutting perfectly. The distraction was key. Sugar rushes made children unpredictable, but also easily manipulated with shiny objects. She pulled out the fake mustache kit. Disguise was essential stealing from kids possessed sharp vision for adults not belonging to parents. Bill said, "Okay, let us move now before the magician returns quickly." They crept toward the entrance, shoes sinking into the soft grass. The smell of hot dogs and desperation hung in air. Molly picked the lock with a plastic spork found in the picnic basket nearby. It clicked open. They slipped inside the darkened hallway, surrounded by coats smelling of wet dog and rain. The treasure room awaited.