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"Alright, run me through it one last time," Bill said, shifting his weight on the creaky floorboard. "And skip the part where you call me a philistine for not appreciating the artistry." Molly sighed, pointing a laser pointer at a crayon-drawn map. "Simple. The target is a seven-year-old’s birthday party. The parents are distracted, the security is a single, easily-bribed golden retriever named Sparky. Distraction: you trip over the piñata, creating a candy-based riot. While the tiny humans are in a sugar-fueled frenzy, I slip into the 'VIP lounge'—that's the living room—and extract the assets." "The assets being brightly wrapped boxes containing stuffed animals and puzzles?" "Precisely. High-value, low-risk. Parents overspend, the kids are spoiled. It’s a victimless crime." "Victimless? Molly, we’re stealing from children." "They’ll get more! It’s about the principle. We’re not monsters, Bill. We leave the cake. We’re thieves, not animals." "So what’s our exit strategy?" "You grab the big gift bag holding the ‘best grandpa’ mug. I grab the one with the Lego set. We meet at the getaway vehicle—the ice cream truck you ‘borrowed’." Bill stared at the map. "This is a new low, even for us." Molly grinned. "Bill, in this economy, a new low is just a stepping stone."