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The neon glow of the party store’s *Kids’ Carnival* sign flickered like a dying firefly as Molly adjusted her oversized bunny ears—real fur, stolen from a taxidermist’s dumpster last Tuesday. Bill crouched beside her, his fingers twitching over the lockpick set he’d named *The Ex-Girlfriend’s Revenge*. “You sure about this?” he muttered, though his eyes were already scanning the security camera blind spots. Molly exhaled through her nose, the bunny’s twitching whiskers betraying her nerves. The party was in full swing inside: laughter, the occasional *boom* of a piñata, and the unmistakable sound of a toddler screaming over a spilled cupcake. “We’re not *kids*,” she whispered back, though her voice wobbled. “We’re *professionals with a moral dilemma*.” Bill grinned, his breath smelling faintly of the beef jerky he’d eaten in the getaway car. “Moral dilemma? More like *opportunity*.” He tapped the lockpick against the doorframe. “Five minutes, tops. Then we’re out with enough candy to open a bakery.” Molly side-eyed him. “You just want the candy.” “Deny it all you want,” Bill sighed, already jiggling the lock. “But deep down, you know you’re here for the *goody bags*.” A child’s giggle echoed from inside, followed by the unmistakable *crunch* of a wrapper. Molly’s stomach growled in betrayal. She adjusted her bunny ears one last time. “Alright, *partner*. Let’s rob some *innocence*.”