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Wait, we need to dress as what, Molly?" Bill asked, staring at the spandex. "High-fructose-corn-syrup-fueled costumed performers," Molly explained, adjusting her papier-mâché donkey head. "It’s the perfect camouflage, Bill." "But I hate children, Molly. They have sticky fingers." "Precisely. Our suspects are sticky, loud, and easily distracted by cake." "And the loot is in the dining room?" "The mother load of untouched, brightly wrapped gift-wrapped glory is on the dining table." "What about security?" Bill winced, squeezing into a neon pink unicorn suit. "Any guard dogs?" "Worse. A hyperactive golden retriever named Buster and a clown who does balloon animals." "Can we distract the clown?" "I’m planning to pop his giant balloon sword. That should buy us three minutes." "Three minutes to bag twenty presents? That is tight." "We can do this, Bill. Just grab the sack." "I hope there are video games in there, not just socks." "Focus! When the cake comes out, we strike. Got the smoke bombs?" "I have the sparkling candles." "Perfect. Let's steal from these toddlers."