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"You've got to be kidding me," Molly whispered, adjusting her wig as she peered through the hedge. "They said the party starts at two," Bill hissed, subtracting the bag of tools from his trench coat. "It's five till. We're golden." "Stealing from kids, Bill? That's a new low, even for us." "Square of birthday cake funding our retirement, Molly. What could be more noble?" She rolled her eyes, pushing open the garden gate with a creak that made both of them freeze. "If I get imagination cream thrown on me, I swear you're replacing everything in this van." "A calculated risk for the greater good. Focus, would you?" Bill pressed a walkie-talkie to his mouth. "All clear in sector B?" "Listen, I'm already questioning my life choices. If you're gonna do this, do it right," Molly snapped, stepping onto the manicured lawn. The sounds of children's laughter drifted from the house. "We're definitely going to hell." "Probably. Which way to the presents?" "The kitchen. I saw them traipsing in and out with food. We'll grab the good stuff and go before anyone notices." "Perfect. Just don't step on any of those tiny shoes." "Just get the present bag, Bill. And try not to break it. My cut of the cake depends on it."