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Bill adjusted his bow tie and stared through the window at the chaos of balloons and screaming children. Molly checked her clipboard with terrifying focus. They wore black suits and held determined expressions. "The security is absolute chaos," Bill said. "Exactly," Molly said. "Three toddlers with juice boxes and a sad clown." "We're going to steal every present," Bill said. "Every single gift," Molly agreed. "The remote-controlled dinosaur and the glitter castle." Bill nodded. "I'll distract them with my dance moves. You grab the toys." "You have dance moves?" Molly asked. "I have absolute confidence," Bill said. "What if the clown challenges us?" "Tell him you're a magician," Molly said. "Your trick is making presents vanish." Bill frowned. "That seems risky." "Only if they have good security," Molly said. "Let's split up. You handle the piñata." "I don't want a piñata," Bill said. "I want the toy box." "Then let's go," Molly said. "The cake is getting cold, and so are our hearts." Bill opened the door with a theatrical flourish. "After you, partner." Molly stepped inside, leaving footprints of pure greed behind as she smiled at the glittering loot.