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Molly adjusted her wig nervously. "Okay, the kid turns six at noon. We hit the house at one." Bill checked his watch closely. "Why the long delay?" "Nap time now. The parents will be exhausted. Less security." "And the loot?" "Every single box under the tree. Legos, dolls." "We can't sell dolls." "We melt them down. Gold plating." "That is not how plastic works." "Don't be a stickler. We need cash." "What about the clown?" "I will wear the nose. You wear the shoes." "I hate balloons." "Then you handle the cake." "I'm allergic to frosting." "Then we eat the cake and steal the presents." "That's a plan." "Did we bring the van?" "Yes, parked in the alley." "Wait, why are we stealing presents?" "Because they're wrapped." "No, because the parents won't notice until next Christmas." "It's June." "Exactly. Confusion is our best friend." "What if the kid wakes up?" "Tell him it's a magic trick." "I'm not good with kids." "Just smile and offer candy." "I brought candy?" "You always bring candy." "It's for emergencies." "Like this?" "Sure." "Let's go." The wind blew. They looked. Now. Bill grabbed his bag.