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Bill peered through the window while Molly adjusted her red clown nose. They waited silently for the music to swell. "They're all watching the magician closely," Bill whispered. "Perfect," Molly said. "We go in when the cake blows." "Is it illegal?" "Don't worry, the judge won't care." "Only technically. It's more like forced donation. Very charitable theft." "The presents aren't for us." "Everyone else wants them, Bill. We're the middlemen. It's fair trade." "What if they scream?" "They won't. Kids are easily distracted by balloons." "I'm not wearing this hat." "It's camouflage, Bill. The bigger the ears, the safer the loot." "There's a Lego set." "That's a gold mine. Do you know what people pay for that online? Thousands." "I just want to go home, please." "Just grab the red pile." "What if the parents come back?" "Then we run. Very slowly." "You said we run fast." "Running fast is for adults. Running slow is for ninjas. And thieves." "I don't want to be a ninja thief." "Shh. Look at the dragon." "Is that a dragon?" "It's a piñata." "Okay. When do we strike?" "Now. Move. Quietly. Very fast." "Wait. What's that noise? Is it the police? Quickly."