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The clown costume itched like a vendetta, but Bill grinned inside the rubber nose. “We’re here for the loot, not the laughs.” Molly adjusted her oversized bow tie and scanned the balloon arch. “Exactly. Those gifts sit behind the cake like a dragon hoarding gold.” Bill tugged his elastic suspenders. “Kids scream louder than alarms. You ready?” “Born ready,” Molly said, pocketing a syringe of sleeping gas disguised as a party horn. The living room pulsed with sugar and chaos. Bill crept past a magician juggling rubber chickens while Molly disabled the nanny cam with a sticker of a puppy. The present table loomed, a fortress of glittering paper. Molly hissed a lockpick into the toy chest serving as a vault. Bill hoisted a sack printed with dancing bears. “Presents for everyone, except the brats.” Molly stuffed a remote-controlled truck inside. “Let’s vanish before the candles blow.” Footsteps thundered. Bill tripped over a squeaky giraffe, arms windmilling. Molly yanked him through the window. “Go, go, go!” Bill landed in tulips, clutching the sack. Molly tumbled after, laughing despite the mud. “Happy stealing,” Bill wheezed. Molly saluted with a stolen party hat. “Next time, we rob a tax office. Less glitter, more cash.” They disappeared into the alley, leaving only footprints and one very confused magician behind.