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"Are you sure the birthday boy actually wanted this," Bill asked, staring at the inflatable bouncy castle that filled the entire backyard, shimmering in the twilight like a pink, rubbery monstrosity. "Please, Bill," Molly said, adjusting her fake mustache, which was clearly just a piece of dark eyeliner drawn poorly above her lips. "We don't steal from orphans. We steal from children whose parents are overly enthusiastic about themed aesthetics. This is a high-value target. Look at this. It says 'Captain Hook' on the cake. Do you know how hard it is to get a hook-shaped cake? It's artisanal. It's bespoke. It screams 'rich.' It screams 'please rob me.'" "I'm just saying," Bill whispered, trying to crouch behind a inflatable shark that was currently deflated and looking depressed. "It's a party. For a seven-year-old. The security will be... small. And sticky." "Stickiness is my speciality," Molly replied. "I have gloves. Latex. The kind that don't peel off when you get your hands deep in a jar of grape jelly. Which, incidentally, is sitting unguarded on the side table. Did you see that? It's practically calling out to us." Bill sighed, a long, weary sound that seemed to deflate his own posture. "I still think we should have gone with the jewelry store. The one on 4th Street. The one that doesn't have a slide that goes into a ball pit." "Bill," Molly hissed, grabbing his arm. "The jewelry store has lasers. This party has... what's that? Oh, look. A piñata shaped like a unicorn. That is a distraction device of immense power. Children love piñatas. If we swing it correctly, we can create a diversion while you grab the presents." "And how do I swing a piñata from the inside of a house?" "You don't swing it. You release the confetti. The sheer volume of glitter will blind any adult in the vicinity. Plus, the parents are currently inside watching a video of the birthday boy practicing his sword fighting. They are emotionally compromised. They are vulnerable." Bill looked at the house. He looked at the bouncy castle. He looked at Molly. "You drew that mustache with a Sharpie, didn't you?" "It's a permanent fixture," Molly said proudly. "It adds to the aesthetic. Now, are you in, or do I have to leave you here to guard the inflatable shark while I do all the work?" "I suppose," Bill muttered, "that if we fail, I can blame it on the shark." "Exactly," Molly said, marching toward the back door. "Remember, Bill. We are not stealing toys. We are liberating joy. And also, I want that remote control car that looks like it has turbo boosters." "Just the turbo boosters?" Bill asked. "And the batteries. Don't forget the batteries. They are the true treasure."