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The party decorations flapped in the breeze like surrender flags, taunting Molly and Bill from their stakeout spot behind a hedge. Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses—disguised as a concerned aunt—while Bill nibbled on a stolen cupcake, frosting smeared on his chin like a toddler’s failed art project. “We go in during the piñata chaos,” Molly whispered. Bill frowned. “What if the kids cry?” “That’s the beauty of it—no one notices more screaming at a kid’s party.” Inside, a clown twisted balloons into questionable shapes while parents sipped lukewarm coffee, their exhaustion palpable. The presents sat in a glittering pile, guarded only by a six-year-old in a superhero cape. Bill wiped his hands on his pants. “I dunno, Moll. Feels wrong.” “Stealing from a bank feels wrong. This is just…redistributing holiday cheer.” A sudden shriek erupted as the piñata burst, candy raining down. Molly seized the moment, darting forward with a trash bag disguised as a gift. Bill hesitated, then followed, tripping over a discarded juice box. “Smooth,” Molly muttered, shoving a present into the bag. “I’ve got morals!” Bill hissed, righting himself. “Then carry the loot and repent later.” The superhero kid blinked at them. Bill tossed him a candy bar. “Distraction tactics,” he explained. Molly rolled her eyes and kept stealing.