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Molly adjusted her neon tutu and sighed at the glittery mountain of boxed joy piled behind the velvet curtains. Bill gripped his oversized clown nose, his knuckles white against the polyester fabric of his baggy jumpsuit. The suburban living room smelled of damp icing and suppressed rage. We go in when the magician starts his rabbit bit, Molly whispered, eyeing the stash. Bill nodded, sweating profusely into his giant shoes. They are seven, Bill hissed back, why are we robbing toddlers? Because these kids have better electronics than I do, she countered, checking her watch. It is just a smash and grab, Bill, try to keep up. I feel like a criminal pastry, he groaned, tugging at his ruffled collar. The children screamed as the magician tripped over a plastic cauldron, creating the perfect sensory wall of chaos. Now, she commanded, vaulting over a stack of juice boxes. Bill tumbled after, his massive shoes squeaking rhythmically on the hardwood floor like a panicked bird. They dived into the pile, frantically tossing shiny boxes into a pillowcase. Stop eating the favors, she barked. I am hungry, Bill mumbled, clutching a glittery unicorn. Focus, we have three minutes until the piñata explodes.