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At dusk, the Higgins’ backyard flickered with balloons and joy. “Those presents are ripe for the taking, Bill, surely, tonight.” Molly crouched behind a hedge, polishing her lock picks slowly. “I hate children’s parties; they smell like sugar and subpoenas.” Bill adjusted his bowtie, which featured a smiling cartoon raccoon. “Stay calm, and remember: we are entertainers, not criminals, tonight.” From the house came shrieks, a kazoo solo, and disputes. “Good. Chaos means adults stop counting gift bags, usually, altogether.” Molly handed him a sack big enough to swallow optimism. “And the children? We leave them the wrapping paper kindly.” Bill grinned, picturing the getaway cart filled with teddy bears. “You do love your souvenirs. That’s why I keep you.” A trumpet blasted somewhere inside; a parent yelled for frosting. “Focus, Bill. After this, we can buy better disguises, finally.” They tiptoed past a cupcake tower guarded by one dog. “If this goes badly, I was never your accomplice, officially.” Molly reached the gift table, where silver paper glittered invitingly. “Pick the biggest boxes. If we’re lucky, they’re toy trains.” At the back gate, thieves froze as the clown sneezed. “Run, Molly. I just noticed the clown is your cousin.”