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Molly twirled a lockpick between her fingers, eyeing the toy store and the crowd of screaming kids. "Not the best target," Bill said, scratching his head. "There are hundreds of them." "Not an issue," Molly replied. "They're all too busy losing their minds over inflatable bouncy castles to notice two professionals. Especially if we're disguised as professionals." "How's that working for us? Clown suits?" Molly scoffed. "Amateurs. This isn't our first rodeo, Bill. Think classic: magicians." "You're dressing me up as a bunny rabbit again? Last time I was Chocolate Flop-Ears, little Timmy almost saturated me with his juice box." "He thought you were amazing! You can pull a rabbit from a hat, can't you?" "Only when it's given to me beforehand. This is crazy, Molly. A kids' party? What if we get caught? We'll be tried as heroes for not riding a tricycle into a decoration. It's weird." "The motives are cleaner, Bill. We're not stealing from grumpy millionaires. We're liberating overpriced plastic from the eternal damnation of a child's immediate disinterest. We're doing them a favor!" "Since when are we Robin Hoods for toys?" "Since now. Besides, you owe me ten grand from last week's poker game. This is how you pay me back." "...Fine. But if I have to balance one more balloon animal on my nose, there will be consequences."