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Molly pressed her binoculars against the van window, watching the bouncing castle wheeze. "We need a better plan than last time," she said. Bill unwrapped a juice box with his teeth. "Last time worked fine until the clown cried," he said. "That was a federal agent disguised as a clown," Molly hissed. "Still cried a lot," Bill said. Molly pointed at the pile of presents on the picnic table, wrapped in dinosaurs and glitter. "There are at least twenty gifts there, all untouched, all expensive," she whispered. "So we walk in as entertainers?" Bill asked. "Exactly, you are Mr. Balloon and I am Mrs. Cake," Molly said. "I hate balloons," Bill groaned. "You love larceny more," Molly said. Bill stared at the yard full of screaming six-year-olds. "Do we really have to steal from kids?" he asked. "Bills, the adult kind," Molly said. "Fifty percent cut if I have to wear face paint," Bill said. "Deal, now inflate your ego and your balloons," Molly said. The sprinkler sputtered, soaking a unicorn piñata that glared judgmentally at their suspiciously unmarked white van. Bill sighed, already tangling himself in colorful latex. "Let's steal childhood joy efficiently today, partner," Molly said together now.