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The bouncy castle deflated into a sad lump behind them, strings of "Happy Birthday" balloons still flapping weakly in the breeze. Molly adjusted the fold of her hoodie, the lockpick in her palm biting into her skin. "Easier than robbing a bank," she said, nodding at the mansion up the drive. Bill popped a lollipop from his pocket, the wrapper crinkling. "Yeah, 'cause kids don't call the cops. They just cry and dump cake on your shoes." "Cops are boring," Molly said, grinning. "Presents? Gold, silver, toys—tonight's haul's gonna pay for that flat tire. And the lollipop's for later." Bill squinted at the driveway, where a table groaned under a pyramid of wrapping paper. "What about the piñata? You sure we don't need to crack that first?" "Piñatas are just a distraction," she said, patting her shoulder holster. "Last party I hit, the kid cried over a broken candy cane for three hours. Let 'em. We take the big boxes." He nodded, popping the lollipop. "Bet the star of the show's got a PS5 in there." "Bet you're right," she said, already moving toward the hedge. Moonlight glinted off her lockpick. "C'mon. Let's steal some joy... and a console."