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Molly adjusted goggles while Bill nibbled a stale cracker. The van smelled of coffee and desperation. Outside, the bounce house sounded like a dying whale. They watched the venue through the green lens. Bill wiped chocolate off his dark jacket. He looked at the floor plan. Bill groaned and leaned back. He watched a parent carry a box. It shook. Molly whispered. Bill rubbed his face. The moral weight pressed down. He looked at Molly. She wore fake mustaches. Bill started the engine. The van rumbled. He kept the brake on. Headlights flickered. Bill released the brake. The van rolled. Molly checked gear. She pulled out a sack. The van turned. Music drifted. Happy birthday played. The inside felt cramped and hot. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He swallowed hard. Molly smiled with cold intent. Her eyes narrowed slightly. The engine hummed quietly. Shadows lengthened across the dash. Time ticked away slowly. They waited for the signal. Nothing happened yet. Silence filled the air. Bill exhaled slowly. Molly nodded once. The plan was set. Motion began now. Wheels spun on pavement. Darkness surrounded them fully. Night covered their actions. They moved in stealth. "This is low," Bill said. "Even for us specifically." "It is strategic," Molly replied. "Kids have the best stuff." "They believe in Santa," Bill noted. "We steal from believers." "We redistribute wealth," Molly said. "From toddlers to us." "There is a magician," Bill said. "What if he turns us?" "Then we hop," Molly said. "Focus on the loot pile." "I feel sick," Bill said. "Mother would kill me." "Mother loves me," Molly said. "More than you." "That one," Molly whispered. "Looks like a console." "It is for Timmy," Bill said. "He is six." "Timmy needs not graphics power," Molly said. "We need rent." "He needs happiness," Bill said. "We need money." "What are those?" Bill asked. "Bushy brown hair." "Disguises," Molly said. "We are entertainment." "We steal presents," Bill said. "Not join circus." "Same skill set," Molly said. "Ignore crying children." "If caught," Bill said. "I say you kidnapped me." "Noted," Molly said. "Drive around back." "Clown is there," Bill said. "Perfect," Molly said. "He suspects nothing." "Where get that?" Bill asked. "Cliché bag." "Garage sale," Molly said. "Sets tone." "You are ridiculous," Bill said. "You drive," Molly said. "Move it okay." "Ready?" Molly asked. "Born ready," Bill lied. "Don't lie," Molly said. "I am terrified," Bill said. "Fear keeps sharp," Molly said. "I hate children," Bill said. "Then perfect," Molly said. "Have keys?" Bill asked. "In pocket," Molly said. "Show me," Bill said. "No time," Molly said. "Go now," Bill said. "After you," Molly said. "Please hurry," Bill said. "Really now," Molly said. "Okay then," Bill said. "Stop talking," Molly said. "Just drive," Bill said. "Silence please," Molly said. "Very well," Bill said. "Look out," Molly said. "See what," Bill said. "Nothing now," Molly said. "Good really," Bill said. "Stay low," Molly said. "Okay yes," Bill said.