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Molly twisted a lockpick around in the doorknob of a storage closet while Bill watched nervously, keeping an eye on the hallway. "You know, this is what I get for specializing in museum security instead of kid parties," Molly muttered as the lock clicked open. She gave Bill a triumphant grin. "Never fails to amaze me how easy some jobs are. Parents really should invest in better hidden key strategies." Bill wiped sweat from his brow. "Molly, we have approximately twelve minutes before the magician pulls the rabbit out of his hat and Forster Junior magically turns his little sister's face green. And you're complaining about the lock?" "How do you know it's twelve minutes?" Molly asked, pushing the closet door open and revealing a stack of colorful party decorations and a basket overflowing with loosely wrapped gifts. "I thought you said magicians never reveal their timing." "That's not the point, and you know it. The point," Bill emphasized with an anxious tap on his wristwatch, "is that we are about to steal from children. Children who just had their faces painted and are still clutching onto those little party hats." "Relax," Molly said, grabbing a large duffel bag from her backpack. "It's just presents. It's not like we're stealing their childhood dreams—that's getting way too personal. Besides, I called ahead. The parents bought the crappy $5 toys from the discount bin because they knew the kids would just play with the boxes anyway." "But the toddler grandma gift!" Bill hissed, ducking as a child in a unicorn costume zoomed by the open doorway. "The big one with the bow on top that Grandma edited specifically for little Melissa! I saw the tag, Molly. It says 'World's Best Granddaughter'!" "So we'll write a new tag," Molly said, stuffing a stack of presents into her bag with surprising speed. "Listen, the real challenge here isn't the morality of toy theft, it's the timing. The presents need to be gone before the sing-a-long because that's when all eyes turn to the gift cpu." "But we can't just take everything!" Bill argued, trying to block Molly from grabbing a wrapped tricycle. "That's obvious! Someone will notice when half the presents vanish!" "Bill, please," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "This iswhy you're on lookout duty and not in charge. We're not taking half. We're taking all of it. In fact," she added, adjusting her glasses as she surveyed the room, "we should find a way to speed up the process." "How? By summoning the party clad!” Bill threw his hands up. "Listen to yourself, Molly! We're thieves, not terrorists!" "Are you finished?" Molly asked calmly. She pulled a small device from her pocket that looked suspiciously like a remote control. "I find that chaos works beautifully at parties. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have some presents to liberate. If you hear a small pop-pop sound, don't worry. It's just me testing out the gift/explosion mechanism."