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The lock clicked open with a plastic *thunk*. “In,” Molly whispered. Bill peered through the doorway. “Molly, this is immoral. It’s a rainbow theme. There are balloons.” “Balloons are not people, Bill. The loot is in the living room. Go.” They crept past a banner reading ‘Happy Birthday, Little Timmy.’ Bill tripped on a squeaky duck. “Silence!” Molly hissed. “You try being silent in a room full of plastic landmines! This was your idea. ‘Easy score,’ you said. ‘They won’t miss them,’ you said.” “They *won’t* miss them. They’re five. They’ll be distracted by sugar and a clown.” Bill froze. “There’s a clown? Molly, I have a clause about clowns.” “He’s a *teenager* in a wig, Bill. Focus. Grab the mountain of presents. I’ll watch the door.” Bill started stacking glittering boxes. “This one’s a bicycle. A bicycle, Molly! How do we fence a bicycle with training wheels?” “We don’t. We re-gift. Now, faster. I hear cake.” “Of course you hear cake. You’re a fiend, Molly.” “A successful fiend. Now move before they sing.”