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Molly crouched behind a plastic jungle gym, binoculars pressed to her face. "Still no sign of the piñata guard." Bill adjusted his ski mask, which read "I ♥ BALLOONS" in glittery letters. "Are we *sure* this is the best time? Kids are unpredictable, Molly. One sneeze and we're exposed." “Relax, Bill. They’re doing the ‘Hokey Pokey’ right now. Peak distraction.” She scribbled notes on a cupcake napkin. "We hit during 'Musical Chairs. That's when the adults start drinking the punch." Bill chewed his lip. "And the cake? Do we disarm before or after?" "After. Never interrupt dessert. Rule number seven." "But what if Timmy opens his Dinosaur Dig Set early?" "Then we improvise. You distract them with a magic trick. You’ve got that rubber chicken, right?" “Lost it at the dentist heist. But I’ve got a whoopee cushion.” Bill sighed. “It's not the same.” “No, it’s *better*. Deploy on the parents’ table. While they’re embarrassed, I’ll vacuum the gift pile with the stroller.” “The stroller’s got a squeaky wheel, Molly.” “So grease it with frosting. That’s why we brought the spatula.” Bill stood, adjusting his tiny party hat. “You realize we’re robbing children, right?” Molly gave him a flat look. "We’re stealing from capitalism, Bill. These toys fund evil empires of plastic." “…Does that make us anti-heroes?” “Only if we split the loot with the janitor.” She zipped open her duffel. “Ready?” Bill saluted. "Let’s party."