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Molly hunched behind the dumpster, clutching a blueprint drawn in glitter crayon. Bill adjusted his ski mask, which was neon green and smelled faintly of crayons. "Are you sure this is necessary?" Bill asked. Molly nodded. "The loot is legendary. Forty-seven wrapped boxes." Bill sighed. "If we get caught by toddlers, I will never live it down." "The balloon arch is our cover." Bill groaned but followed. They scaled the fence, dodging streamers shaped like dinosaurs, then crawled through an open window into the living room. A tower of presents glimmered under fairy lights, tied with ribbons that screamed luxury. Molly pulled out her sack, a burlap bag stamped PARTY TIME. She began stuffing teddy bears and train sets inside. Bill froze. "Wait. Is that a surveillance camera disguised as a piñata?" Molly glanced up. "No." He exhaled. "Good." They worked silently, stuffing remote-control cars and giant rubber ducks. Outside, a clown car pulled up, honking melodically. Molly tied the sack. Bill peeked through the blinds. "We have thirty seconds before the sugar rush hits." "Go!" They bolted through the back gate, dragging the sack over grass covered in confetti. Behind them, the party lights flickered on, illuminating an empty pyramid of wrapping paper. Bill laughed, breathless. "Best job ever." Molly grinned, hauling treasure toward the van. "Nobody suspects parents who bake."<|end_message|>