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Molly peered through the hydrangeas. Bill wrestled with a grappling hook and a jump rope. The backyard was a war zone of streamers and a massive mountain of presents. "Remind me why we are doing this?" Bill whispered. "Stealing from a six-year-old?" "Look at that loot, Bill," Molly hissed. "That is not just cheap toys. I see an iPad, a Switch, and fat stacks of gift cards." "Yeah, but the security is brutal," Bill said, rubbing his neck. "Did you see his mom? She has eyes like a hawk and a lethal cupcake dispenser." Molly ignored him, checking her blueprints. The sliding glass door was cracked open, releasing a loud thrum of screeching children and pop music. "We go in through the ball pit," Molly said. "I will distract the birthday boy while you load the sacks." "What is the distraction?" Bill asked. "Are you bringing a fake clown?" "Better," Molly grinned, pulling a pinwheel from her pocket. "I will tell him all the presents are filled with broccoli." "You are evil, Molly. I love it." With a synchronized nod, they tightened their ski masks and crept toward the glowing patio, ready to commit the most adorable felony of their careers.