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Molly adjusted her neon clown nose, squinting through the ventilation grate at the bouncy castle below. We are really doing this, Bill whispered, his hands tremulously gripping the edge of the duct. Are those presents or landmines, Molly hissed back, pointing toward the mountain of glittery boxes. They are toys, Bill, and we are going to liberate them before the sugar rush hits. My shoes are squeaking on the metal, he complained, shifting his weight uneasily. Just stop moving and drop down when the clown turns his back, she commanded. Do you think a party of toddlers will fight back if we get caught, Bill asked, his voice cracking with genuine dread. If a three-year-old takes you out, I am leaving your body behind, she replied flatly. That is harsh, even for a heist, he muttered. Grab the industrial-sized pillowcase and stop whining, Molly said, checking her watch. The countdown to chaos started the moment the cake arrived. Bill took a deep breath, his knuckles turning white against the grime. Fine, let us go steal some joy, he whispered. They slid silently into the abyss, hearts hammering against their ribs like frantic, terrified birds.