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Bill adjusted his tight ski mask, which smelled faintly of mothballs and old cheese. They crouched behind a neon pink bounce house, listening to the terrifying shrieking of sticky children inside. Molly rolled her eyes and checked her watch. "Tell me why we couldn't knock over a liquor store," he said, rubbing his aching temples. "Because, Billy boy, Timmy’s dad bought him a solid gold Batmobile. Do you know what that fetches?" Bill stared at the loud, chaotic yard. "It's a children's party, Mol. You want to steal presents from a kid?" Molly aggressively shoved a dirty catering apron into his hands. "I want a gold Batmobile from a brat who won't notice it's gone until he finishes his cake. Put on your disguise." Bill held up the oversized garment, which read kiss the chef. He sighed deeply. "This is humiliating. I am a professional criminal." Molly pointed her finger toward the towering mountain of shiny wrapped boxes. "You're a clown today. Grab the tray and walk to the gift table. If anyone asks, refill juice boxes." Bill glared at her angrily. He muttered. "I hate you," Molly smiled sweetly at him. "Love you too. Just go make me proud."