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Molly peered through the binoculars at the suburban house ablaze with balloons. “The cake arrives at 3:15. That’s our window. While they sing, we grab the presents from the den.” Bill, wrestling with a giant, deflated bounce house, grunted. “Are you sure this is ethical? Stealing from children?” “They’re seven, Bill. They’ll forget by Tuesday. And these are some serious LEGO sets.” She ticked off points on her fingers. “In, grab, out. Simple.” “You said that about the petting zoo job,” Bill muttered, finally getting the bounce house folded. “What’s our exit?” “Through the kitchen. I’ve secured us both jobs as waitstaff.” She handed him a black apron. “Just keep the punch bowl full and look remorseful.” “What if a kid asks why I’m taking their presents?” “You tell them you’re the Toy Inspector. They’re being recalled for excessive fun.” She checked her watch. “Positions. And Bill, try not to eat the cake on the way out.” “Define ‘on the way out’,” he said, already eyeing the frosting.