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The neon lights of the children’s party buzzed like angry bees as Molly whispered, “Alright, Bill, we’re in.” She adjusted her mask, the plastic grin slipping slightly over her real smirk. Bill adjusted his gloves, muttering, “I still don’t get why we’re stealing toys from kids. It’s not like they’ll miss them.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Because we’re professionals, remember? Besides, think of the look on their faces when they realize their birthday gifts are gone.” Bill snorted. “Or maybe they’ll just blame the clown.” Molly grinned wider. “Exactly! And while they’re distracted by the clown, we’ll be gone. Quick in, quick out.” Bill nodded. “But what about the security?” Molly tapped her chin. “Easy. The guard’s on his phone, texting about his cat. We slip in through the window, grab every present, and vanish before anyone notices.” Bill laughed. “You’re insane. I love it.” Molly winked. “That’s why you follow me.” They both chuckled, already plotting how to turn the party’s joy into their own mischievous masterpiece.