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Molly crouched behind the azaleas, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle. Bill crouched beside her, eating a sandwich. "Stop eating," she hissed. "We're working." "I'm stress eating. There's a clown in there, Molly. An actual clown." "Focus. Twenty presents on that table. In and out in four minutes." Bill squinted. "Why do we want twenty presents meant for a six-year-old?" "Could be anything. Could be cash. Could be a very generous grandmother." "It's going to be Legos, Molly. It's always Legos." "Legos hold value!" She grabbed his collar. "Now, the plan. I distract the parents by pretending my kid is lost. You grab the loot." "Whose kid?" "Yours. Kevin." "I don't have a Kevin." "Rent one. That's your department." She checked her watch. "Cake comes out in five. That's our window. Everyone's singing, nobody's watching." "What if the clown sees me?" "Then you run, Bill. You run and you never look back." A balloon popped. Bill yelped and dropped his sandwich into the azaleas. "Professional," Molly muttered. "Very professional." "Can we at least steal some cake too? I'm starving."