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Molly peered through the bushes. "Listen, Bill, operation Birthday Burgle starts in ten. You ready?" Bill sighed. "Ready to steal toys from a six-year-old? Molly, we're at rock bottom." "Bottom? We get fifty wrapped presents, no alarms, just juice boxes. Genius!" "Genius? There's twenty kids, two moms, and a clown watching that mountain." "So you distract the clown, I grab the loot with the wagon." "Me? Distract a clown? Last time I nearly got balloon-animaled to death!" "Just tell jokes! You love attention. Say something funny, fall over." "And you? You'll waddle out with a wagon of Paw Patrol screaming victory?" "Exactly. We vanish before cake. Cleanest heist ever, Bill." "Clean? We'll be on a mom's Facebook as the worst magicians ever." "Relax. In and out. What could possibly go wrong with toddlers?" Bill stared. "What if one bites?" "Then you bite back, you big baby. It's a present pile, not Fort Knox." "Molly, I'm telling you, those juice boxes are drugged with sugar. Those kids are feral." "Perfect. Feral kids love me. Now put on the pointy hat." Molly grinned. Bill groaned. "This hat smells like old ham." "Perfect disguise then," Molly whispered.