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Molly traced a line on the blueprint with a gloved finger. “Alright, the window is the weak point. Old latch, easy jimmy. But we’ve got a five-minute window.” “Five minutes?” Bill scoffed, adjusting his balaclava. “Molly, my dear, I could crack that safe in a bank vault in five minutes. This is a child’s party.” “It’s not a bank vault, it’s a death trap. The birthday boy, Timmy the Terror, turns four at three o’clock. That’s when the sugar rush hits, and the horde of tiny demons is unleashed. We need to be in and out before then.” “And what about the presents? The sheer volume of them! We’re not professional movers, Molly.” “We’re professionals,” she said, her voice a low hiss. “We’re just specializing in a new demographic. We’ll need the big duffel bags. The ones we use for art heists. These aren’t just Legos and board games, Bill. This is a stockpile of pure, unadulterated greed.” Bill sighed dramatically. “This used to be about diamonds and bearer bonds. Remember the elegance? The thrill? Now it’s about smuggling a singing unicorn out of a bounce house.” “Elegance doesn’t pay the bills, Bill. And this particular haul contains a limited-edition Rainbow Dash figurine. I’ve seen the registry. It’s worth more than your last score.” “I resent that,” Bill muttered, peering through the blinds at the house. “It all looks so... chaotic. Streamers, balloons, the smell of juice boxes. It’s a minefield.” “It’s a controlled environment, Bill. The presents are all in one place. The parents are distracted by bad cake and small talk. The children are gullible. We’re not stealing from the party, we’re infiltrating it. We’ll be the clumsy caterers who dropped the napkins.” “And what if a kid sees us?” Bill asked, a note of genuine concern creeping into his voice. “What if one of them tries to stop us? They’re surprisingly strong for their size.” Molly patted him on the shoulder. “We’ll just tell them we’re the birthday fairy’s helpers. Who’s going to argue with that?” She checked her watch. “Alright, showtime. Let’s go get that unicorn.”