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Molly adjusted her neon tutu with trembling fingers, the oversized tulle scratching against her tactical vest. She peered through the hedge at the backyard, where twenty toddlers buzzed like caffeinated hornets around a bouncy castle. Bill sat beside her, squeezed into a costume depicting a tragic turnip. He clutched a sack that looked suspiciously like a giant cupcake. They were professional cat burglars reduced to creeping through a meticulously manicured suburban lawn. The target, a towering mountain of shiny gift bags adorned with cartoon dinosaurs and glittery bows, sat unguarded near the patio doors. Molly checked her watch, waiting for the parents to retreat inside for the artisanal juice toast. Bill shifted, his foam root vegetable suit emitting a loud, embarrassing squeak that echoed momentarily across the grass. Molly hissed at him, gesturing sharply toward the pile of plunder. She took a breath, nerves fraying at the edges. Now, she whispered. Bill nodded, his green felt leaves drooping. We really should have picked a bank instead of a birthday, he muttered. Molly ignored him, already scoping the perimeter for tripping hazards disguised as oversized toy trucks. They crept forward, shadows draped in polyester party attire, ready to hijack the haul before the clowns arrived.