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Crouched behind a thorny rose bush at the edge of a suburban cul-de-sac, Molly adjusted her too-tight cat burglar balaclava that kept slipping over her eyes, while Bill prodded a crumpled party route map he’d scribbled on a grease-stained Taco Bell napkin. Down the lawn, a seven-year-old’s birthday party blared the Encanto soundtrack, a lopsided T-Rex piñata swayed from an oak, and piles of wrapped presents teetered by the unlocked back patio, unguarded while the mom herded a pack of sugar-crazed kids inside for cake. “You sure this is foolproof? Last time we swiped a kid’s Lego Millennium Falcon you cried and gave it to a little league team,” Bill hissed, swatting a mosquito off his neck. “That was different! That kid had a pony, this one’s got three Switch games and a giant slime kit worth more than our last three gas station heists combined. I didn’t cry, the rose bush pricked me,” Molly snapped, whacking his arm. “Wait, what if we get caught? What do we even say? ‘Sorry ma’am, just robbing a first grader’?” Bill whispered. “We’re the piñata return guys. Now move, before the cake’s cut, and stop stepping on my $12 rental cape.”