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Molly adjusted the black ski mask, which was slipping over her eyes. She kicked the side of the rusted van. The metal groaned in protest. “This is it, Bill. The Johnson residence.” Bill checked his watch, the digital display glowing green in the shadows. “It’s a third birthday party, Mol. The security is basically a plastic gate.” “Don’t underestimate the parents,” Molly said, tapping the crumpled blueprint against her chest. “They have juice boxes. Sticky traps. They will know if a wrapping paper is missing.” Bill sighed, the sound heavy with exhaustion. “We are professionals. We don’t steal from kids.” “We steal from parents,” she corrected, pointing at the pile of wrapped boxes visible through the window. “Those are the real victims. They bought the toys. We are redistributing wealth.” Molly explained that swapping gifts was better than theft. Bill argued that value was in the toys. Molly insisted on sentimental wrapping paper. “It’s sentimental value,” Molly snapped. “Now move. The cake is being cut in ten minutes. That’s when the distraction hits.” Bill looked at the house, the lights casting a warm glow over the lawn. Molly explained the distraction involved a clown. Bill hated the idea. “A fake clown. He’s carrying a fire extinguisher.” “A fire extinguisher?” “It’s for the smoke. We need chaos.” Bill rubbed his temples, feeling a headache forming behind his eyes. “This is the worst heist ever.” “It’s the most profitable,” Molly said, opening the van door. The hinges squealed. “Get in the tree now.” Bill climbed the ladder, his breath hitching in his throat. Molly watched him from the shadows, checking her watch again. He gripped the branch tightly while the fake clown arrived on a unicycle, carrying a fire extinguisher. Bill peeked down, his heart pounding as the clown waved. Molly signaled him to jump into the cake. Bill dropped from the tree, landing softly on the grass. He grabbed the pile of presents and ran quickly toward the van. The clown honked his horn, drawing attention from the partygoers. The presents were heavy. They laughed as they sped away. Molly drove the van into the night, leaving the chaos behind them.