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"The piñata is empty. It's all plastic beads and regret," Molly whispered. "We need a distraction." "The uncle wears a tux," Bill said. "He'll see us if we trip over the balloons." Bill puffed his chest. "I'm an acrobat." "I tripped once, landing in a pool. It was incredibly graceful." "We aren't jumping into cash. We enter a sea of tiny humans. They scream. Loudly." "Better than guards. Guards have radios. Kids only have tantrums." "How do we get in? The door is locked." "It isn't," Bill said. "They left it open by the cake." "That is suspicious." "That is our opening," she said. "What is the target? I see only a giant stack of paper." "Under the tree. The big one wrapped in foil." "Is it gold bars hidden inside?" "It's a robot. Just a plastic robot." "Will a robot fit in the duffel bag?" "I'll use the vacuum seal, Bill. It will crush." "I can't believe we are stealing toys from children. This is my line." "A redistribution of joy. Think of the parents. They buy batteries." "I hate joy distribution. It smells like sugar." "Fine. Keep the loot. Watch the punch." "Watch the door."