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Molly peeked through the sliding glass door, her breath fogging the glass. "Look at that haul. A mountain of presents. This is easier than stealing candy from a—" "Please don't say baby," Bill hissed, crouching behind a patio umbrella. "The parents are all inside singing the birthday song. We have three minutes, tops." "Relax. The plan is foolproof. Distract, grab, vanish." "What's the distraction? You can't juggle. You can't do magic. Last time you tried a magic trick, you made our getaway car disappear." "That was a success! No license plates to trace. Tonight, I'm the friendly clown. See?" She slipped on a red nose from her pocket. "I'll start a conga line out the back gate. While they're busy being festive, you fill the sack." "Which sack? The one you're using as a purse? It has sequins on it." "It's festive!" "It screams 'this bag is full of stolen My Little Ponies.'" "Fine, use the decorator's tablecloth. It's navy. Practically camouflage." Bill sighed. "I miss the simple days. Jewel heists. Nice and quiet." "Where's your sense of whimsy? We're redistributing joy." "We're stealing a bike from a six-year-old named Chloe." "Chloe has too much stuff." Molly attached her red nose with a snap. "On my mark. And try to look jolly."