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Molly crouched behind a bush, binoculars pressed to her face. “You said this was a jewelry warehouse.” Bill adjusted his ski mask. “It was! Then they moved. Birthday party’s renting the space.” “Bill, that’s seven clowns and a bounce house.” “And thirty unattended gift bags. You see that piñata? Stuffed like a mob boss’s mattress.” “Those are for kids.” “So were my dreams, Molly. Doesn’t mean I crushed them with a shovel.” “You can’t steal from children.” “I can and I will. They don’t even appreciate the toys. They break 'em in ten minutes. We’ll liberate them. Humanitarian mission.” “You’re wearing sparkly dinosaur pajamas.” “Stealth. Kids trust dinosaurs. Also, I forgot my black outfit.” “How do you forget your black outfit?” “It was in the wash! With the glitter socks. Now everything looks like a disco crime scene.” “Fine. But if we get caught by a toddler, I’m blaming you.” “Agreed. Now, do we hit the wrapped ones first or go straight for the candy-filled piñata?” “Piñata. Cops never check the candy.” “Smart. I brought the bat.” “Is it clean?” “It’s pink and says ‘Happy Birthday, Timmy.’” “Perfect. Let’s make Timmy cry.” “Molly, you’re a monster.” “They said the same about Napoleon.” “And look how he ended up.” “Exactly. In exile. With no presents.” “Touché.”