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Molly squinted atthe brightly colored house. "Look at that, Bill. Rainbow balloons, a giant cake shaped like a dinosaur. Pure gold." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through the scope. "Molly, that's a children's birthday party. The 'gold' is probably just candy. And the 'looters' are three-year-olds." "Details, Bill. Details. They've got presents stacked like a pyramid. Think of the resale value on that remote-controlled race car." She nudged him. "Come on, it's a soft target. The parents are too busy trying not to trip over streamers." Bill sighed, lowering the scope. "Molly, we're professional thieves. We don't rob toddlers. What if the birthday boy cries? What if he throws a tantrum? We'd be the villains in his story." Molly grinned, already moving towards the backyard gate. "He'll cry anyway. It's his birthday. We're just adding to the chaos. Besides, we'll be long gone before he realizes his Lego set is missing. Now, help me lift this fence." Bill hesitated, watching a toddler wobble towards a pile of wrapped boxes. "Molly, this is morally reprehensible. And logistically insane. How do we even get the presents out without setting off the motion sensors?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Bill, there are no motion sensors. It's a kid's party. The only security is a slightly anxious clown holding a balloon sword. Move it!" She slipped through the gap. Bill followed, muttering about the decline of society as they approached the present mountain.