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Molly adjusted her black turtleneck and studied the rainbow banner. "This is absurd," she muttered. Bill chewed a licorice rope. "The toy vault is inside." "Go," she said. Bill tested the latch. "Locked." "Classic," she said. Bill grinned. "Kids never see it coming." The bass from "Baby Shark" thumped through the walls. Molly scanned for security cameras disguised as cartoon giraffes. Inside, streamers choked the ceiling and a tower of glittering gifts gleamed beside a sleeping magician's hat. "Timing is everything," Molly whispered. Bill produced a balloon animal shaped like a crowbar. "Elegant." "Not now," she hissed. They slipped past a sleeping clown. Bill stuffed a bright package into his sack. Molly paused. "That one plays nursery rhymes." "Profit," Bill said. The duo vanished into the moonlit alley, sacks jingling with stolen birthdays. Somewhere, a toddler cried over missing robots. Molly lit a cigarette, exhaled, and smiled. "Worth it?" Bill counted toy cars. "Every second."<|end_message|>