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Molly nodded at the elaborate children's birthday party decorations. "I can't believe we're doing this, Bill. Stealing presents from little kids?" Bill chortled, polishing his spyglass eye. "Don't get soft on me now, transplant. We're just redistributing wealth from the 1% to the 99% in diapers. They won't even know what hit 'em." "Right, and I'm sure their parents won't notice dozens of wrapped gifts missing either," Molly sighed. A birthday cake was paraded by, the lit candles glaring at them inquiringly. Bill elbowed Molly. "Check out the security guard chasing that naked kid in a top hat. I'm pretty sure that's the birthday honcho. We're going in on his cue." Indeed, Chrysanthemum (as Molly had overhead him being called) was making a beeline for the exit, high wire buns swaying. That seemed to be the word for Molly and Bill to make their move. They sprinted for the wrap table, Molly swinging her bag open and Bill elbowing cake into his maw as he went. Their path was so eerily clear, Molly had to wonder: "Did you already fucking case this place or something?!" Bill swallowed and grinned, holding some odd red candies in his palm. "This better? The Gerbil of Justice and I did some... recon. Now stop yakking and grab the bags, StalagTillade used all our good swag and I'm gonna need a favor done." "Bill, stinkin' politics must end for you, every time." Molly shook her head, scrounging up a balloon animal to use as a disguise. They could do this in their sleep, at this point.