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Molly whispered, Bill, look at that gold wrap near the clown. Bill sighed, It's Lego, Molly. Heavy, sharp Lego. We sell it bulk, she said. Who cares about bricks? There are twenty clowns, Bill noted. I hate clowns. They're distracted by cake. Focus on the pile. What's the exit strategy? Run fast toward the minivans, Molly replied. What about the screaming parents? They're drinking punch. Spiked punch. Bill frowned. Stealing from toddlers? Really? It's victimless. They forget by Tuesday. I feel dirty right now. You feel poor. Look at that remote control car. It's for a four-year-old. Exactly. Premium tech inside small boxes. Okay, but if a balloon pops, I'm leaving. Deal. Now move. Wait, is that a piñata? Distraction. Smash it, grab the candy cash. This is low, Mol. It's high reward. Go. Bill stood up. Fine. But I want the Lego. Get the lot, she said. What if they cry? Wear earplugs. Bill nodded. Earplugs. Right. Move out. Did you bring the sack? It's in my coat. Good. Don't crush the cards. Why crush the cards? Resale value, Bill. Respect the hustle. Where is the getaway van? Idling around the corner. Fine. Let's rob these kids. Finally. You're learning.