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Molly adjusted her neon tutu and checked the perimeter of the backyard. Bill crouched behind a plastic slide, sweating profusely in a giant plush frog suit. We are definitely going to prison for this, Bill hissed while adjusting his rubber thumb. Molly rolled her eyes and signaled toward the stack of colorful boxes. Prison is a strong word for petty theft at a unicorn-themed birthday party, she whispered back. Bill groaned as a group of toddlers shrieked in the distance. They have the eyes of predators, Molly, he countered while pointing at a kid holding a juice box. Stop being a coward and grab the glittery one, she ordered as she crouched lower. Is the loot even worth the psychological trauma of this mascot costume, Bill asked. It is worth five thousand dollars in vintage toys, Molly replied with a smirk. Bill sighed and waddled toward the pile, his webbed feet squeaking loudly against the synthetic grass. Stop squeaking, she hissed while grabbing a large box. I am trying, he growled as a balloon animal popped nearby. We leave in ten seconds, Molly commanded. Bill snatched a mountain of presents, their eyes meeting in silent, ridiculous desperation.