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Molly adjusted her fairy wings and squinted at the birthday decorations tape-wrapped around the living room. "Bill, I’ve changed my mind. This is far too glittery." Bill knelt by the back door, picking the lock with a bent paperclip. "Too late now. Margo the Magnificent’s third birthday party isn’t going to rob itself." Molly sighed, tapping her wand against her palm. "I miss the days when we took Rolexes and cash. Now it’s bouncy castles and rainbow-colored sacks." The lock clicked. Bill grinned and pushed the door open. "Welcome to the heist of childhood joy, Molly." She rolled her eyes but followed him inside, dodging inflatable swords and a lone party hat left in the hallway. They crouched behind a table covered in half-eaten cupcakes. Molly whispered, "We grab presents, we leave through the sliding glass door. No talking to kids, no eye contact, no miracles." Bill nodded. "Simple. Just like grandma used to steal." Molly groaned. "That joke is older than this party." The first scream came from the kitchen. Bill and Molly froze. A five-year-old pointed at them from behind a tower of party poppers. "THIEVES!" he shrieked. Bill stood up, forcing a smile. "Happy birthday, champ. Enjoy the rest of your life in prison."