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"So let me get this straight," Bill said, adjusting his ski mask for the third time. "We're robbing a bunch of six-year-olds?" "Don't be ridiculous," Molly replied, studying the party invitation she'd swiped from the Johnson's mailbox. "We're not robbing children. We're liberating gifts that rightfully belong to us." "Liberating? Molly, these are birthday presents. Little Timmy's pony is going to be traumatized." "That's exactly what we want. Traumatized parents make terrible security guards." Bill rubbed his temples. "Right. Because nothing says 'master criminal' like stealing from a bounce house." "Focus, Bill. The plan is simple. You create a distraction with the piñata, I grab the presents, we split before anyone realizes their kid's Xbox is missing." "The piñata? I'm supposed to beat a giant plastic dinosaur with a baseball bat?" "Precisely. Children love watching violence, it'll keep them entertained while we work." "And if someone recognizes us?" "Then we explain we're method actors researching our roles for the new Batman movie." "That's not even—" "Trust me, I've used that line before. Works every time." Molly grinned. "Besides, think of the profit margin. These parents spend hundreds on gifts we can sell for fifty bucks at the pawn shop." "Are we really stooping to stealing from kids now? What's next, robbing a lemonade stand?" "Bill, please. This is art. Sophisticated art involving a clown car and possibly a smoke machine." "You have a smoke machine?" "In my trunk. Along with enough fake mustaches to start a small orchestra." "Molly, I think we've hit rock bottom when our heist targets still believe in the tooth fairy." "That's it, that's our angle! We pose as the tooth fairy's accountants doing an audit!" "Because nothing says 'innocent party entertainment' like financial auditing." "Exactly! Who's going to suspect the tooth fairy's auditors?" Bill stared at her for a long moment. "You know what, that might actually work." "See? I told you I'm a genius." "Last time you said that, we ended up stealing a collection of vintage lunch boxes from a retirement home." "That was a different demographic entirely. This is clearly superior." "Superior how?" "Well, for starters, the security system is probably just streamers and good intentions." "And the loot?" "Presents, toys, maybe some cake we can pawn—" "Molly, I can't steal cake from children." "Fine, we'll leave the cake. But the presents? Those are going to fund our retirement in Belize." "Belize? We're stealing children's birthday presents to retire in Belize?" "Why not? It's either that or work for a living." Bill sighed. "I miss our old jobs. At least bank robberies had dignity." "Bank robberies are so last decade. This is avant-garde crime." "Ava—" "Just get in the clown car, Bill. The piñata won't beat itself."