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Molly adjusted her fake mustache while peering through the binoculars. The bounce house looked suspiciously inflatable. Bill checked his lockpick set, sweat beading on his forehead. They stood behind a hedge shaped like a dragon, watching the birthday boy blow out candles. This was the biggest score of their careers, assuming the loot wasn't primarily plastic trucks. Molly lowered the glasses and turned to her partner. "Please, do we really need to steal the plastic trucks?" "Yes, the resale market is surprisingly robust these days now." Molly nodded solemnly. She pointed at the gift table laden with wrapping paper volcanoes. The plan involved disguising themselves as clowns, though neither owned a red nose. Bill sighed, adjusting his oversized polka-dot suit. It itched terribly around the waist. They needed to move before the magician arrived with his doves. Those birds were known snitches. Molly signaled the go-ahead with a wiggle of her gloved fingers. They crept forward through the grass, trying to ignore the sound of children screaming with joy. It sounded like alarm bells to their trained ears. The back door was unlocked, likely due to parental exhaustion. They slipped inside, ready to liberate the toys from their undeserving owners.