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Night dripped off Bill’s hoodie as they crouched by the party’s inflatable castle. Molly checked the lock of the gift table. “Okay, no heroics,” she whispered. Bill grinned. “Heroics are for people with health insurance.” Molly angled her grappling hook toward the cupcake tower. “We slip in, we grab presents, we leave before the clown finds out.” Bill held up a sack. “I practiced my stealth in the cereal aisle.” Molly nodded at the sprinkler’s glow. “If a kid asks, we’re... guest helpers.” Bill sighed. “I hate lying to children. I’ll say we’re elves.” Molly flicked her comm. “Elves don’t steal.” Bill winked. “Elves redistribute. From joy to our living room.” Molly smothered a laugh. “Remember, we only take the good ones.” Bill tapped his earpiece, which was just a rubber band. “The good ones are wrapped in optimism and battery acid.” Molly pointed at a security camera. “Stay behind me.” Bill whispered, “I’m behind you. That’s my best skill.” A balloon bobbed like it sensed guilt. Molly studied the door. “On three?” Bill checked his crowbar. “On two and a half, because three sounds suspicious.” Molly smiled. “Go, quickly, goblins, steal!” They slipped through—the birthday song began, triumphant.