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"Okay, listen," Molly hissed, adjusting her mask so it didn’t slip over her eyes. "We hit at midnight. The kids leave for bed around eight, right?" Bill grinned, twirling a lockpick between his fingers. "Easy. We’re in through the back gate. You know the one with the loose hinge?" "Yeah, but remember—no touching the piñatas. Last time someone broke one, Mrs. Jenkins threatened to call the cops." "True, true. But we’ll be ghosts. I’ve got the camera jammers ready." Molly rolled her eyes. "You mean you’ll make sure nobody sees us? Because I’m not risking getting caught just to grab a few toys." "Exactly! Besides, think about it—candy canes, stuffed unicorns, maybe even that limited edition Lego set." "Unicorns? Really?" "Of course. It’s a kids’ party, not a bank vault." "Alright, alright," Molly sighed, "but if we get caught, I’m blaming you." Bill winked. "Blame away. Just promise me you won’t cry when we’re rich." "Deal. Now let’s go before I change my mind."