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Molly adjusted her black ski mask in the very cracked rearview mirror. "This is absolutely insane, Bill." "It is absolute genius," he replied, tapping the crumpled blueprint against the steering wheel. "Think of the Lego." "Think of the Switch." Molly sighed, watching the colorful balloons bob violently in the wind. "What about the parents?" "Drunk on spiked punch. Easy targets." "I feel bad, Bill." "Feelings don't pay rent, Molly." The silence stretched between them for a long moment. She grabbed the large duffel bag firmly from the front seat. "Fine. But if I get caught, I'm telling them you did it." Bill grinned wickedly, starting the very loud engine. "Deal. Let's go make kids cry." Bill just laughed at her accusation. "You're a monster." "I'm a professional." He put the old car in first gear. "Besides, they have piñatas. That's just free candy." Molly rolled her very tired eyes. "I hate this job." "You love the money." "I love the money." Bill checked his watch impatiently. "Then shut up and drive." "Right." They drove off quickly into the very dark night.