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Molly pressed the binoculars to her face, the plastic digging into the bridge of her nose. Below them, the suburban backyard was a riot of color and shrieks. “Look at that mountain of gifts, Bill. It’s a goldmine wrapped in pastel paper.” Bill adjusted his balaclava, which was embarrassingly itchy. “We’re really doing this? Targeting a bunch of seven-year-olds?” “It’s not personal,” she replied, not lowering the binoculars. “It’s professional. Now, the clown arrives in twenty minutes. That’s our window for chaos.” He sighed, checking the pouch on his utility belt. It held no lockpicks, only a high-powered water pistol and a bag of marbles. “My reputation is in tatters.” Their grand plan involved a feigned power outage, a strategically released swarm of rubber ducks, and a dash through the chaos to the gift table. Molly had even sketched blueprints on a napkin. “Just follow my lead,” Molly whispered, her voice crackling with excitement. “We’ll be in and out before they cut the cake.” Below, a child hit a piñata with a plastic bat. Candy exploded harmlessly onto the grass. Bill felt a profound sense of anticlimax. They weren’t master criminals. They were just two idiots about to rob a bunch of kids of their LEGO sets.