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The rain hammered against the tin roof of their getaway van as Molly adjusted her fake mustache. "Why a birthday party, Bill? Really?" she whispered, eyeing the colorful bunting across the street. Bill shrugged, checking his lock-picking set with serious devotion. "It is the perfect crime, Molls. Zero security. Just clowns and exhausted parents drinking cheap punch." Molly sighed, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. "We are stealing from toddlers. That is a new low even for us." Bill grinned, his eyes gleaming with misguided ambition. "Think of the loot! LEGO sets, video games, those huge plushies nobody ever throws away." He leaned closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Plus, the distraction is built right in. Sugar crashes happen like clockwork at four PM." Molly shook her head but started the engine anyway. "If we get caught by a six-year-old, I am leaving you behind." Bill laughed, opening the van door into the downpour. "Just remember, no crying children. We are ghosts, not monsters." They crept toward the bouncing castle, silhouettes against the festive lights. "Wait," Molly hissed, freezing mid-step. "Is that a magician?" Bill paused, watching a man in a sequined hat pull a rabbit from thin air. "Perfect," he muttered. "Now he will be busy sawing ladies in half while we clean out the gift table."