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Molly adjusted her glittery unicorn horn. It felt very ridiculous against her forehead. "Are you sure about this, Bill? It’s a seven-year-old’s birthday." Bill checked his watch, sweating profusely under his oversized clown suit. "The payout is in plastic gold coins, Moll. Nobody expects clowns to rob a clown." "Security is tight." Molly peered through the binoculars at the backyard. "Look at that stack of wrapped boxes. It’s a mountain of Legos and slime." "We grab the slime, we melt it down, we’re rich." "We need speed and silence." Molly sighed, pulling a grappling hook from her pocket. "I can’t believe we’re doing this. What if the kids are awake?" "They’re eating cake. Sugar coma is our friend." Bill grinned, revealing a missing tooth. "Remember the motto: No presents left behind." "Only the ones we want." "All." "Fine. Go now." They descended the fire escape, the unicorn horn glinting under the streetlamp. The night air smelled of frosting and impending felony. The wind howled softly through the trees. The moon was full. Molly kicked the window open. Inside, a cake sat untouched. Bill tossed her the bag. "Good luck." "Happy stealing." "Happy birthday to us," she replied. Molly adjusted her leather gloves.