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The warehouse was dim, save for the flickering bulb above Molly and Bill’s heads. A hand-drawn map of the neighborhood sprawled across the table, dotted with crude Stars of David next to the words *MEGA PARTY*. “This is low, even for us,” Bill muttered, scratching his stubble. “Stealing from a kid’s birthday?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Please. Kids lose interest in toys after, what, five minutes? We’re doing them a favor.” She tapped the map. “Security’s a joke—just a clown with a balloon animal addiction.” Bill sighed. “And the parents?” “Distracted by cheap champagne and tiny sandwiches. We slip in disguised as magicians—*poof*, grab the loot, vanish.” “What if the clown’s suspicious?” “Clowns are legally obligated to be terrible judges of character,” Molly said, shoving a rubber chicken into her bag. “Trust me.” Bill hesitated. “I dunno. Kids got those creepy○○○ staticky things.” “Static cling? That’s laundry.” “You know what I mean!” Molly tossed him a fake mustache. “Bill, either we walk out with a haul of unopened Legos, or we don’t. That’s capitalism.” Bill groaned. “Fine. But if we get tackled by a sugar-crazed six-year-old, I’m blaming you.” “Deal.” Molly grinned. “Now let’s go commit some festive felony.”