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“Molly, explain again why we’re robbing a seven-year-old?” “Because, Bill, seven-year-olds receive electronics now. Tablets. Drones. Tiny cameras shaped like llamas.” “I don’t like the llama cameras. They look judgmental.” “You’re being sentimental.” “I’m being practical. Children scream. Parents tackle. Clowns bite.” “One clown bit you.” “Once was enough.” “Listen. We enter disguised as entertainers, locate the gift table, transfer presents into the collapsible magic trunk, and vanish during musical chairs.” “What if they ask us to perform?” “We perform.” “Can you juggle?” “No.” “Can you balloon-twist?” “I can make a worm.” “That’s just an uninflated balloon.” “It counts as modern art.” “Molly, these are kids. Maybe we could just steal the cake?” “The cake has no resale value.” “It has icing value.” “Focus, Bill.” “What’s my costume?” “Pirate.” “Too obvious.” “Wizard?” “Too itchy.” “Friendly dinosaur?” “I have standards.” “You once hid in a laundry hamper for six hours.” “That was tactical linen.” “Molly?” “What?” “What if there’s one really sad kid whose present we take?” “Then we don’t take that one.” “And if they’re all sad?” She sighed. “Then we steal nothing.” Bill brightened. “And cake?” “Fine. One slice.” “Best heist ever.”