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Molly adjusted her hat, crouching behind a bush outside the party venue. "You sure the presents aren’t locked up?" Bill wiped his forehead with a napkin. "According to the rental company, they just stack ‘em by the door like little trophies for us to take." Molly smirked. "So we’re just stealing from kids." "Stealing from a corporation renting out party goods. They’re not even the toy manufacturers." "Sure, and Santa’s workshop isn’t a sweat shop, either." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine, but we grab the big stuff first—easier to resell." Bill nodded. "Got it. But if I see a piñata, I’m taking that too. Who doesn’t love a good piñata?" Molly groaned. "That’s just filled with candy." "And therefore, even more valuable." She sighed. "We’re monsters." Bill grinned. "Nah, we’re professionals. Now shut up, we’ve got 45 minutes till the parents start arriving." Molly peeked around the bush. "You sure no one’s checking the presents?" "Yeah, ‘cause they’re too busy serving juice in plastic cups to care about a pile of wrapped junk." Bill checked his watch. "Time to move." Molly grabbed her bag. "Last rule—if we see a clown, we bail." "Deal."