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Molly adjusted her ski mask as she peered through the hedge. "Children's party? Really?" Bill nodded, pointing at the window. "Look at that pile. Every kid in the neighborhood got a gift." Molly sighed. "This is beneath us." Bill grinned. "The cash value is not. Check the lock." Molly crept to the back door, jiggling the handle. "Childproof. It's a joke." They slipped inside, the living room glowing with colored lights. The presents were stacked by the fireplace, a mountain of ribbons and wrapping. Bill started gathering armfuls. Molly hesitated. "The clown saw us." Bill didn't look up. "Clowns don't report crimes. They cry." From the other room, a child's voice called out. "Mr. Fizzy is looking for his balloon!" The thieves froze. Bill dropped the presents. "Run." They bolted out the back door, empty-handed, the sound of small footsteps pattering behind them.