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Molly crouched behind the hedge, adjusting her black beanie. The lawn stretched out before them, dotted with colorful tables and shrieking children. Bill adjusted his grip on the burlap sack, looking very uneasy. He shifted his weight nervously. The air smelled of cut grass and sugar. A dog barked in the distance. "This feels morally wrong, Mol," Bill whispered, wiping sweat from his brow. "It is just logistics, Bill. Think of it as supply and demand," Molly replied, eyes fixed on the pile of wrapped boxes. "They are innocent children. We are stealing magic right from under their noses." "We are redistributing wealth. Look at that Lego set. Do you know what that fetches?" Bill sighed, shifting the sack. "I think that kid is watching us closely." "He is looking at the magician. Keep your focus on the prize." The magician pulled a rabbit from a hat, distracting the crowd. Molly saw her window. She pointed toward the unlocked patio door. The handle gleamed in the moonlight. Moths circled the porch light above. "We go in through the kitchen. The parents will be drinking wine by now." "What about the clown? He looks suspicious and is staring at our position." "Clowns are distracted by balloons. It is their weakness and we will exploit it." "We need a bigger bag. There are simply too many presents here." "We do multiple trips. Efficiency is the key to success." "I did not sign up for trips. I thought this was a smash and grab." "Nothing is smash and grab here. There is too much glass." Molly checked her watch. The cake ceremony was starting. The lights dimmed as candles were lit. This was the moment. The shadows lengthened across the yard. "Now or never, Bill. Move your feet." "I think we should reconsider the ethics of this situation." "Ethics do not pay the rent. Grab the sack." Bill stood up, brushing grass off his knees. He looked at the house. His heart raced in his chest. He took a deep breath. "If we get caught, I am telling them you made me do it." "That is protocol. Let us move." They crept across the lawn. A ball rolled toward them. Bill kicked it away. The night was quiet otherwise. "Nice save," Molly muttered. "I played striker in high school," Bill said. "Focus on the loot." They reached the door. Molly picked the lock. It clicked open. The mechanism surrendered easily. "Inside. Grab the big boxes." Bill hesitated. "Do you hear singing?" "Happy Birthday," Molly recited. "Let us go." They slipped into the kitchen. Pizza smell filled the air. Molly pointed to the room. Bill tightened his grip. The floor creaked under their boots. Dust motes danced in the light. "Remember, no noise." "I know how to be quiet," Bill whispered softly. Molly nodded slowly. The heist was underway. They vanished into the dark house. Silence returned to the yard.