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Molly pressed her ear against the bouncy castle as the faint screams of toddlers echoed like warning sirens. She adjusted her neon clown mask, feeling the suffocating polyester prickle her sweaty forehead. Bill huddled beside her, his oversized polka-dot trousers snagging on a rogue garden gnome. Are you absolutely sure the loot is inside the pink tent? Bill whispered, his voice trembling like a leaf. Yes, keep your eyes on the perimeter, Molly hissed, gripping her crowbar. The target is a mountain of plastic superheroes and glittery doom. What if the clown starts doing magic tricks again? I think he saw us hiding by the cider bucket. He is not a threat, just a sad man in cheap face paint. Focus on the mountain of boxes. We grab the pile and exit through the hedge maze. It feels wrong stealing from a seven-year-old, Bill muttered. It is not stealing, it is a redistribution of birthday joy. Are you in or out? I suppose the kid has plenty of toys already. Good. On my mark, we charge the fortress. Prepare to secure the loot before the cake arrives. Don’t trip over the glitter.