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Molly adjusted her latex mask while Bill checked his watch. The dumpster behind the venue smelled like stale cake and desperation. "Are you certain this is the right address?" "The invitation said Under the Sea. That is the venue." Bill sighed loudly in the cold air. "What if there are security guards?" "They will be busy watching the clown juggle flaming torches." Molly kicked open the side door quietly now. The sound of Happy Birthday blared out loudly immediately. "Here we go," Bill murmured under his breath. "Remember, no crying children. Only cash and cashmere." "We are taking the Legos too." "Legos are illegal contraband." "So are we." They crept inside the hall slowly now. "Wait," where is the ladder? "There is no ladder, you idiot." "We are going to fall, Bill." They moved past the tables and chairs slowly. The air felt thick with sugar and tension inside. "We are not going to fall." "We are professionals." Molly stopped walking for a moment now. "I am a professional at whining." Bill nodded slowly. They grabbed the presents. The boxes were heavy. They carried them away. It was good work, guys. They crept out quickly.