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Molly adjusted her neon clown nose, staring down the suburban fortress of a lawn. Bill stood beside her, sweating inside a velvet magician cape that was far too tight across his broad shoulders. This is the job, then? Bill hissed. Molly nodded, clutching a sack. We hit the presents during the frantic cake smash. Are we really robbing a group of toddlers? They are spoiled, Bill. Look at that haul. Handcrafted wooden trains. Rare action figures. It is basically a gold mine sitting by the punch bowl. You said this would be a professional job, not a heist at a petting zoo. The target does not matter if the payout is solid. Do you want the diamonds or not? I guess, but I draw the line at eating the icing. Focus. You provide the distraction, I clear the table. What kind of distraction? Just trip over the pinata, Bill. Make it look painful. The pair crept across the manicured grass, the sounds of shrieking children echoing from the backyard. Molly checked her watch, her eyes gleaming with greed as she signaled the approach. It was time to relieve the spoiled youth of their precious birthday bounty.