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Molly crouched behind the hedge, studying the bungalow’s balloon-festooned windows. Inside, twelve children spun in circles to a pirate song while a magician produced scarves from his sleeve and looked increasingly alarmed by them. Bill adjusted his black wool cap. “We’re robbing toddlers.” “We’re redistributing poorly wrapped assets,” Molly whispered. The garden gate squeaked as if filing a complaint. Molly froze. Bill sneezed into his elbow, producing a sound like a trapped accordion. On the patio stood a mountain of presents: bright paper, curling ribbons, tiny cards addressed to Daisy. Molly had expected dolls, puzzles, maybe a plastic dinosaur. Instead she spotted a gold-wrapped box large enough to contain a television. Bill followed her gaze. “That’s suspiciously adult-sized.” “Daisy’s father works in finance,” Molly said. “They give children expensive things to avoid emotional conversations.” A clown burst through the back door carrying a tray of fizzy drinks. Bill ducked behind a birdbath. Molly slipped toward the patio, her coat snagging on a plastic flamingo. “Quickly,” Bill hissed. She untangled herself, grabbed the gold box, and discovered it weighed approximately one billion kilograms. From inside came a chorus of children: “Treasure hunt!” Molly glanced at Bill. “Change of plan.” Bill grinned despite himself. “We steal the map first.”