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They hunched behind an overgrown hydrangea bush across from the suburban ranch’s fenced backyard, tinny Baby Shark seeping over the picket line. Bill tugged his slipping black ski mask up his nose. “Molly, this is insane. That’s a seven-year-old’s unicorn birthday party. What if we get arrested? I still have a misdemeanor from that grocery store pickle heist last year.” “Insane is leaving $400 worth of LOL dolls and a brand-new OLED Switch on the patio table, Bill. We scouted this for three whole days.” “What about the clown? The balloon-twisting one? I saw him punt a squirrel that stole a cupcake last weekend, he’s lethal.” “Clown’s on a smoke break, I distracted him with a gas station chili dog. Only thing between us and the loot is the birthday girl’s golden retriever, and I brought a whole bag of cheese puffs to neutralize him.” Bill gaped. “Neutralize? You’re gonna feed a golden cheese puffs? What if he barfs on the Switch? That’s our main haul!” Molly hissed, yanking him down as a mom wandered past the fence with a juice box. “Relax, I brought wet wipes. When the piñata breaks, everyone swarms the candy, that’s our window. We sneak in, grab the pile, and bolt before anyone clocks we’re not the out-of-town teen cousins. C’mon, that unicorn piñata’s gonna split any second—”