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Molly glared at the giant pink velvet bow taped to the windshield of their getaway van. Bill, are you sure this is the most lucrative target in the tri-state area? Absolutely, Molly, whispered Bill, adjusting his tiny burglar beanie over his ears. Do you know how much pristine, unblemished plastic is inside those gift bags? It is a seven-year-old birthday party, Bill. Exactly. High-end Lego sets, remote-controlled helicopters, and at least three artisanal cupcakes with buttercream frosting. We are master criminals, not toddlers, Molly hissed, poking him in the ribs. We knocked off a Swiss bank last month. And we got away with eighty thousand Swiss francs in heavy, untraceable coin change that strained my lower back, Bill retorted. This is ergonomic theft. Lightweight cardboard boxes. Minimal police response. What about the security guard? His name is Barnaby, he is six feet tall, and he is currently wearing a paper pirate hat and eating a juice box. Fine. But if I get attacked by a horde of sugar-crazed children wielding juice boxes, I am keeping the remote-controlled helicopter for myself. Deal. Now sync your walkie-talkie to my SpongeBob frequency and let's go steal some juice.