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Molly adjusted her tiny striped cat burglar’s mask, peering through the kitchen window into the lit-up living room. "Okay, Bill, here’s the deal. We go in through the back door. It’s unlocked—kids these days." She nudged him with her glove. Bill fiddled with the lock pick, sweat beading on his brow. "Lock’s way too easy. This is like breaking into a bank vault for toddlers." He jiggled the pick. "Kid’s birthday parties are the only places where the ‘open’ sign means ‘anger the parents.’" Molly smirked. "Focus. The presents are under that inflatable unicorn fort. We grab ‘em, we’re out. No drama." Bill finally popped the lock. "You sure about the escape route? I’m not climbing some fire escape with a stuffed Hello Kitty under my arm." "Positive. The side gate’s propped open. Neighbor’s out here smoking, so we’re golden." Molly pushed the door open, tiptoeing past a pile of discarded party hats. "Just grab what we can carry. No fighting kids." Bill groaned, eyeing a towering stack of LEGO sets. "This haul’s gonna weigh a ton. My gym gains are about to get real." He stuffed a robotic hamster into his bag, then hesitated. "You really think we can sell this stuff after?" Molly zipped her bag shut with finality. "Relax. Black-market toy dealers love unopened. Now move—unicorn’s watching us."