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Molly adjusted her neon tutu while Bill checked his laser cutter. The suburban house glowed brightly with colorful birthday balloons. Shadows moved inside. Bill nodded nervously. The driveway was empty except for a single red tricycle. Moonlight hit the grass. Bill wiped sweat. They were. Tonight was big. Molly signaled the team. They wore matching pajamas to blend in perfectly. No one suspected them. Bill sighed, tightening his grip on the rusty crowbar. His hands shook slightly. They crept toward the front door slowly. The lock clicked open. "Is it actually ethical to do this?" Bill whispered softly, peeking through the window. "Money doesn't care about ethics, Bill. It cares about plastic dinosaurs only." Molly grinned, adjusting her mask. "What about the clown?" "We distract him with glitter bombs. Easy." "How many presents do you think?" "Enough to retire us to a very tropical island. Maybe Bali." "Bali sounds nice. Less humidity than here." "Focus, Bill. We hit the garage first." "What if the parents wake up?" "Then we blame the birthday boy. Classic misdirection." "This feels wrong. Stealing from kids?" "They'll get lots more next year. It's renewable energy." "You're twisted, Molly." "I'm efficient. Now move." "Ready?" "Yes." "Go." "Now."