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Bill checked his wrist. Molly tugged her neon visor. Rain drummed against the warehouse roof. They shared a weary glance. "We need a distraction," Bill said. "The pinata?" Molly suggested. "Too risky. One hit and we face an army of sugar-fried five-year-olds." "What about the karaoke machine?" "I am not singing Showtunes to buy us three minutes." "Fine. We hit the tree during cake. Cover me." "With what? A deflated dinosaur balloon?" "It is perfect camouflage. Everyone thinks it is a prop." "You realize we are stealing plastic swords and sticker sets." "Premium plastic. Limited edition. It is worth a fortune on the dark web." "Bill, we are professionals. We do not loot birthday loot." "Molly, have you seen the inflation rate? Even junk holds value." "I still cannot believe we are compromising our dignity for glow sticks." "Focus. Door opens at seven. I will trip the smoke alarm." "That will cancel the party." "Temporary inconvenience. Permanent profit. See you on the roof." "Lace up the cargo pants, Bill." "They are already loaded with zip ties." "And the fake mustache?" "Hiding behind the birthday cake plate." "Stuffed with bubble wrap and regret." "Good. Move quickly."