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The rain hammered against the van's windshield as Molly traced her finger over the blueprint spread across her lap. Bill sat beside her, methodically cracking his knuckles, one by one, a nervous habit she'd grown to despise over their fifteen years of partnership. "Seven-year-old's birthday party," Molly muttered, squinting at the address scrawled in the corner. "Rich neighborhood. Should be a decent haul." Bill snorted. "We're stealing from children now? Really scraping the bottom of the barrel, Molly." "Their parents are worse. You know how much these gifts cost? PlayStations, drones, some kid's getting an actual pony." She rolled up the blueprint and shoved it into her bag. "Besides, insurance covers it. Nobody actually loses anything." "Except the kid's birthday memories." "They'll remember the clown. Nobody remembers presents past Christmas anyway." The van idled outside a sprawling colonial house, balloons tied to the mailbox bobbing violently in the wind. Through the window, they could see streamers, a bounce house deflating slowly in the backyard, chaos of tiny humans running in circles. "Side entrance," Molly said, pulling her hood up. "Gift table's supposedly near the kitchen. In and out before cake." Bill sighed, checking his watch. "For the record, this is officially the lowest we've sunk." "Duly noted. Now move."