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The sun dipped low, gilding the backyard where a bouncy castle squelched under a toddler’s jump and a teddy bear piñata hung crookedly from an oak. Molly adjusted her flour-dusted glasses, eyeing the presents by the sliding door—stuffed animals, a tablet, a bike, maybe. “Stuffed animals are cute, but the bike *could* be useful,” she said, poking a teddy. Bill, already scaling the fence, turned. “Useful? We’ll sell it by noon. Priorities, Moll. The piñata’s full of candy—*good* candy, not that chalky party bag stuff.” Molly sighed. “What if the mom—?” Bill dropped down, grinning. “Mom’s gabbing with the dentist. Her back’s to us. Piñata first, presents later. Quick as a sneeze.” He nodded at the piñata, which creaked. Molly glanced at a little boy in a cape, picking lollipops. “And what if he—?” “He’ll be too busy with his lollipop to notice. Now move—before the pizza arrives. *Pizza* is the real danger. Can’t have tomato sauce on my getup.” Molly grabbed a duffel. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.” Bill winked. “Deal. I’ll tell ’em you were a *volunteer*. Kids love volunteers. Maybe they’ll give us extra juice boxes.” He tugged her toward the door. “C’mon, thief. Let’s make a toddler very sad.” They slipped inside, the piñata creaking like a conspirator.