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The van smelled like escape and old french fries. Molly tapped a flashlight against her palm while Bill studied the suburban house glowing with party lights. Somewhere inside, sugar-crazed toddlers screamed near a mountain of brightly wrapped presents. The job was ridiculous, dangerous, and exactly their own kind of stupid. Molly adjusted her black beanie. "Bill, we are not stealing from a children's party." Bill flashed a grin full of mischief. "Correction. We are liberating every present from a tiny tyrant." Molly peered through binoculars. "Every present? There's a ball pit and a cake the size of a car." Bill nodded. "Exactly. Low security, high sugar. We slip in disguised as clowns." Molly lowered the binoculars. "Clowns? You are afraid of balloons. Balloons, Bill." Bill shrugged. "I can conquer fear for gifts. Mostly gifts. Fine, all gifts." Molly chewed her lip. "We enter through the bounce house and grab every wrapped box?" Bill clapped her shoulder. "Yes. Then we escape in the minivan before the pinata leaks." Molly checked her backpack of tools. "If a toddler bites me, I'm keeping the good loot." Bill opened the van door. "Deal." Molly groaned. "I hate this." Bill stepped into the night. "Noted."