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"Bill, check the perimeter," Molly whispered. "Is it clear?" "Negative," Bill hissed. "The perimeter is... sticky. And there's a piñata that looks suspiciously like it knows my name." "Bill, are you gripping the lockpick or a juice box?" Molly muttered. "It's stress! Also, I may have eaten one of the decorative cupcakes earlier." "Focus! We're here for the loot. The wrapping paper glistening under the disco ball? That's twenty grand worth of Legos!" "It's a birthday party, Molly. For three-year-olds. Why are we risking prison for plastic bricks?" "Black market Bricks, you fool! A sealed vintage Millennium Falcon in the third pile alone could buy us that island with the edible pools!" "You can't buy an edible pool. And isn't this morally compromised?" "Morally compromised? We're professionals! Besides, I've already swapped the guard dog with a plushie and bribed the hostess with gluten-free cupcakes laced with sleep-inducing chamomile." "Did you just drug a lady baker?" "Flavored her snacks, yes. She's napping. Now grab the burlap sacks. On my mark, we rush the tree before they cut the cake." "Wait, if they cut the cake, doesn't the magic fade?" "Don't question the heist, Bill! Just move those tiny feet!"