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Molly crouched behind the recycling bins, staring at the bouncy castle wheezing in Mrs. Henderson's yard. Bill taped his hand-drawn map to the fence with trembling enthusiasm. The afternoon sun made the frosting sweat and the children scream louder than any alarm system they had ever faced before. "This is insane, Bill. We're stealing from seven-year-olds?" Molly whispered. "It's not stealing, it's strategic present redistribution," Bill said, adjusting his fake mustache. Bill's mustache slipped south, revealing a ketchup stain shaped like regret. "There are literally twenty parents inside. And a clown." "Distractions, both of them. Look, Timothy gets mountains of Legos every year. He won't miss one robot dinosaur." "Two dozen robot dinosaurs. Plus gift cards." "Exactly. We go through the side gate, I distract the clown, you grab the table." "You want me to wrestle a clown while you steal Bluey wrapping paper?" "No, I wrestle the clown. You said you were great with kids." Molly sighed, watching a small army of juice boxes march past. The pile of presents glittered like shameful treasure. Somewhere, a timer ticked on the oven and on their terrible decisions today finally. "Fine. But if we get caught, we're grounded by actual moms."