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Molly adjusted her tiny plastic tiara, glaring at the colorful streamers. "This is the worst target we have ever picked, Bill." Bill shrugged, stuffing a handful of balloon animals into his oversized clown pocket. "Come on, Molls. Think of the loot. Those shiny tablets, the Lego sets, the cash envelopes taped to cards. It is a goldmine." "It is a room full of seven-year-olds with sticky fingers and zero fear," she hissed, peeking through the window. "One screams and the whole gymnasium descends on us." "Details, details," Bill waved a gloved hand dismissively. "We go in during the magic show. Everyone watches the rabbit; nobody watches the clowns stealing the mountain of wrapped boxes." "The magician is a guy named Sparkles who looks like he could bench press a minivan," Molly argued, tightening her grip on her crowbar. "And I am not fighting a toddler for a toy train." "You will not have to fight anyone," Bill promised, checking his watch. "We grab the big pile by the tree, slip out the back, and vanish before cake time. Easy money." "If I get glitter in my hair, I am quitting the crew," she warned, stepping toward the side door. "Deal," Bill grinned, pulling a fake nose from his pocket. "Now, let us go make some bad children very sad." Molly sighed deeply, pushing open the creaky exit. "Lead the way, you idiot."