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Bill adjusted his fake mustache for the third time, squinting at the map spread across the hood of their rust-bucket car. The Hendersons' house glowed pink in the distance, balloons bobbing from the mailbox like festive prisoners awaiting rescue. "You sure about this?" Molly whispered, twirling a lockpick between her fingers. "We steal from a children's party." Bill nodded seriously. "Nothing personal. Just business." They crept through the hedges, Bill's knees cracking like bubble wrap. The back door was propped open by a plastic dinosaur. Molly grinned. This was almost too easy. As they approached the gift table, Bill's stomach growled loudly. A clown was doing balloon animals nearby. A child screamed about needing more pizza. The chaos was perfect. They filled their bags with wrapped presents, trying not to read the labels. One box suspiciously rattled. "LEGO," Bill whispered. "Excellent." Molly checked her watch. "Two minutes. The parents are in the backyard." Bill grinned, his fake mustache finally staying put. "To the van, darling." They tiptoed toward freedom, pillows of loot bulging beneath their coats, the sounds of celebration fading behind them like a dying radio station.