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"Bill, are you actually suggesting we rob a six-year-old's birthday?" Molly whispered, peering through the hedge. "It's morally bankrupt." "Morally bankrupt? Molly, look at that pile of wrapped boxes under the tree," Bill hissed back, adjusting his ski mask. "That is pure gold. LEGO sets, remote control cars, cash envelopes from Grandma. It's a fortress of innocence just waiting to be cracked." "But there will be clowns, Bill. Actual clowns. And parents with smartphones." "Clowns are predictable. They trip over their own giant shoes. That's our diversion," Bill insisted, checking his lockpick set. "We go in during the cake song. Everyone focuses on the candles, we focus on the loot." "What if a toddler wakes up? They have no concept of silence." "Then we bribe them with gummy bears. Everyone knows gummy bears are the currency of the under-five demographic." Molly sighed, watching a balloon float away. "This feels wrong. We're stealing dreams." "We're redistributing joy, Molly. From spoiled brats to desperate professionals who need rent money." "Fine. But if I get covered in glitter or forced to play musical chairs, I'm leaving you behind." "Deal. Now, do you have the fake mustache? The security guard is a poodle, and he looks suspicious." "It's in my pocket. Let's go steal some plastic dinosaurs."