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Molly adjusted her binoculars, peering through the frosted window of the suburban fortress. Inside, a horde of six-year-olds swarmed a bounce house, their shrieks muffled by double-glazing. The real prize sat on a folding table near the back door: a mountain of brightly wrapped boxes containing everything from plastic bricks to gaming consoles. It was a rookie mistake to leave the loot unguarded, but parents were always distracted by sugar-high chaos. Bill stood behind her, scratching his stubble. He looked less like a master thief and more like a guy waiting in line at the DMV. Molly handed him a red foam sphere. He stared at it with utter contempt. He sighed, remembering their last job at the retirement home bingo night. That had gone south fast. This was worse. Children were entirely unpredictable. They bite. Molly checked her watch, tightening the straps on her oversized polka-dot shoes. They had exactly three minutes before the magician arrived. The plan was simple. Sneak through the side gate, blend in with the entertainment, load the wrapped gifts into a large garbage sack. "We go in as clowns, grab the loot, and bounce." "I really hate clowns." "Just wear the red nose, Bill."