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Molly adjusted her ski mask and stared at the house. "This is ridiculous, Bill. We're robbing a kid's birthday party?" Bill consulted his blueprints. "Think of the markup, Mol. Brand-new toys, unopened. The black market's gonna love us." "The kids are gonna be here." "Exactly. Distraction's built-in." Molly kicked a pebble. "What if the piñata hits back?" "Piñatas don't hit back, they get hit." "That's what they want us to think." "Molly, we've been over this. Focus on the loot." "Right. Loot." She pulled out a gift bag. "Should we take the goodie bags too? Those tiny toys..." "That's just greedy." "The tiny toys have value, Bill." "Molly, please. We're professionals." "Fine. But I'm keeping this one." She held up a party hat. Bill sighed. "You're impossible." "Says the man robbing Chuck E. Cheese." "Touché." Molly grinned. "So, plan: you create diversion with the chicken dance, I grab the presents?" "Perfect. What could possibly go wrong?" "Oh, nothing." She winked. "Except maybe rabid children."