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Molly paced the cramped van, her combat boots thumping against the floorboards as she checked her laser cutter one last time. Bill sat slumped in the driver seat, aggressively peeling a stubborn sticker off a stolen clown mask. "The security is tighter than a drum, Bill," Molly hissed, pointing at the blueprints taped to the dashboard. Bill snorted, tossing the mask aside. "It is a birthday party, not Fort Knox. How hard can it be to swipe a few boxes?" "These kids have parents," Molly countered, tapping a red X on the map. "Aggressive ones with smartphones and judgmental stares." Bill sighed, rolling his neck. "Just grab the biggest loot, skip the juice boxes, and let us bounce." "We need a distraction," she said, narrowing her eyes at a box of miniature party horns. "I will scream," Bill suggested with a deadpan shrug. "You will ruin it," she snapped, grabbing a oversized gift bag. "Just follow my lead." They checked their reflections in the rearview mirror. Molly adjusted her fake mustache while Bill tightened his belt. Night fell, the suburban street glowed, and the duo crept toward the fence, ready to snatch every toy in sight.