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Molly smoothed her burgundy jumpsuit and studied the inflatable bouncy castle swaying like a deranged jellyfish above the suburban lawn. "This is pure madness," Molly said, though her grin suggested she had rehearsed winking in front of a mirror. Bill crouched beside her, binoculars fashioned from yogurt cups pressed to his eyes, and stared through hydrangeas at shiny boxes. "The gifts are perfect," he observed, adjusting his beanie knitted from discarded socks. Molly clutched a crowbar disguised as a pool noodle and nodded toward the crumbling fence separating greed from birthday cake. "Clown act is our window," she whispered, tracing the path to the presents. Bill scratched his chin. "Child might cry," he said, fidgeting with yarn meant for rappelling from the oak tree. Molly pulled a glittery mask over her face. "One toy stays," she promised, knowing a single teddy bear transformed criminal intent into charitable theater. They waited for the magician's booming voice to drown out sound, prepared to commit the greatest crime in pediatric history while assuring themselves that stealing from toddlers was technically a felony but spiritually a public service worthy of a bestselling memoir that might actually make them famous.