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Molly peeked around the garden hedge, binoculars pressed to her eyes. "Confirmation, Bill. Target acquired. The birthday girl's got a table groaning under the weight of presents." Bill adjusted his disguise—a ridiculous clown nose Robin Hood had tried to claim it looked good with. "I told you we should've stolen a pie. Something with actual value." "That's amateur hour," Molly whispered, not lowering the binoculars. "Untraceable presents? No. Age inappropriate gifts that parents bought on impulse and will immediately forget? That's liquid asset. We're talking eighty percent markup on the black market for toys I haven't seen since the nineties." Bill fidgeted with a garden gnome he'd stuffed into his pocket as a distraction device. "The security is ramping up. Two parents hovering near the base establishment and a third on bathroom duty." "I've got the parents handled," Molly said confidently. "I brought Rock Hard Candy. One Eskimo pie to the principal celebrant and we've got a window of approximately sixteen minutes before gold-Curran vomiting commences and pandemonium takes over." "Gah, you never do them what I'm thinking of." Bill sighed, examining the gnome. "I feel so dumb wearing this." "You're going to look great," Molly reassured him, stuffing her binoculars into a fake leather purse. "Ready to make some children cry tonight?" Bill adjusted his wig. "Let's steal some nostalgia."