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Molly adjusted her neon pink wig, the synthetic fibers itching fiercely against her scalp as she peered through the hedge. The backyard buzzed with the chaotic energy of six-year-olds screaming over musical chairs. Bill crouched beside her, struggling to fit his broad shoulders into a oversized clown suit that smelled faintly of old balloons and despair. He held a burlap sack decorated with happy faces, which looked entirely too suspicious for anyone over the age of ten. "We go now," Molly whispered sharply. Bill nodded, his red foam nose wobbling with the motion. They scrambled low across the manicured lawn, dodging a stray soccer ball and a parent texting on a bench. The table groaned under the weight of wrapped boxes, shimmering in the afternoon sun like a dragon's hoard made of cardboard and tape. Molly began shoving Lego sets and plush dinosaurs into the sack with frantic efficiency. Bill grabbed a stack of board games, his movements clumsy in the floppy shoes. A sudden silence fell over the party as the music stopped. Both thieves froze, hearts hammering against their ribs like trapped birds. The clown suit felt suddenly suffocating. Molly tightened her grip on a bag of marbles, eyes darting toward the kitchen door where shadows lengthened ominously.