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Molly stripped down to her black tights and mask. "This is brilliant, Bill. Pure genius to hit a children's party. No alarms, just toy-filled chaos." Bill adjusted his collar and removed the tie he'd been using as a belt. "It's a market correction, Molly. A redistribution of childhood disappointment. Plus, the parents are too busy getting drunk on juice boxes and congratulatory champagne to notice two older kids stumbling out with a cartload of presents." "Did you see that pink unicorn Barbie on the table? I'm going to sell it to my mom for twice the price of her rent." Molly bounced on her toes, her energy palpable. "Focus, Molly. The unicorn is secondary to the lack of suspicion. We look like we belong here until we stop looking like we belong here." Bill wiped a spot of what appeared to be chocolate from his chin. "Five minutes in and ten minutes out, tops." "What if it's a surprise party?" Molly whispered dramatically. "Then surprise, we're stealing from you. Here, take half the candy from the pinata before it's opened. It's worth more on the black market than the actual presents." "What? Since when did pony stickers become black market currency?" Molly's eyes narrowed. "You watch too much TV, Bill." "Call it hat-candy game. Now come on, the irrationally happy music just stopped, meaning the cake is coming out and the parents' focus will be on photos and explosions, not on the missing LEGO Millennium Falcon."