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Molly adjusted her ski mask, which was slightly too tight around her small ears. She stared at the glowing house across the street. Confetti cannons were visible through the window. "Are you sure about this?" Bill whispered, clutching a crowbar like a teddy bear. "It's a birthday party. Kids are inside." "Maximum chaos, minimum security. The parents are too busy blowing up balloons to notice the van." Molly replied softly, checking her watch. Bill grimaced, rubbing his chin nervously. "I don't know. Stealing from children feels wrong. What if I get a conscience?" "You won't," she said, tossing him a bag. "We're not stealing the joy. We're redistributing the plastic dinosaurs." "Plastic dinosaurs?" Bill asked, eyeing the house. "What about the cake?" "Leave the cake. We're here for the loot." Molly pointed at the driveway. "Wait for the clown to leave." "The clown?" Bill looked terrified. "There's a clown?" "Pink nose. Green wig. He's the lookout." Molly grinned. Bill sighed slowly, tightening his grip on the crowbar. "If I get caught, I'm telling them you made me." "Deal." They slipped quietly into the shadows as the music swelled. The big heist began. Night air smelled of sugar.