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Molly adjusted her black turtleneck, staring intently at the colorful balloon archway swaying gently below them now. She wiped sweat from her tired, damp forehead. “Are you sure this is truly ethical, Bill?” Bill checked his grappling hook mechanism, tightening the screws with a small metal wrench. “It’s a charity gala for toddlers. Parents will write it off as a tax loss eventually.” “It’s a birthday party for a six-year-old. It feels really wrong.” “Exactly. High emotional value. The piñata is the perfect distraction.” Molly sighed heavily, leaning against the cold brick wall silently. “We’re monsters.” “We’re professionals. That Lego castle is worth four figures.” “Plastic.” “Rare plastic.” She looked down at the untouched cake, candles flickering softly in the breeze. “What if they cry when they wake?” Bill grinned wickedly, checking his silver watch. “We leave them a note about loss and capitalism entirely.” “You’re really terrible.” “I’m efficient. Ready to descend?” She grabbed her very heavy duffel bag tightly. “Just don’t take the slime.” “No promises now.” They rappelled down toward the laughter, their dark shadows stretching against the brightly lit tent, moving silently through the night air like professional ghosts.