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"So we're really going to steal from five-year-olds?" Molly asked, adjusting her ski mask. "It's a heist, Molly. Targets don't get easier than toddlers," Bill said, studying the floor plan. "What about the parents?" "We hit it during the pinata. Every adult's watching the ugly little crowd. Easy." "You said that about the retirement home gala, Bill. There's always a snag." "There's always a snag because you kept sneezing at Bingo night." "That was an allergy and you know it." Molly tossed a crowbar into her bag. "Present list?" "Fire truck, dinosaur, Barbie, basketball hoop — two hundred and twelve dollar haul." "Two hundred and twelve bucks for breaking into a world of pure chaos? I love it." "What about the clown?" "Downsized clown. Tiny tent, no jokes, just a saxophone and unsettling eye contact. Don't make eye contact." "And the dog?" "Little white thing, harmless." "Bill." "Okay, moderately harmless. Wear the mesh gloves." Molly laughed. "One dog bite and I'm out." "Deal." Bill cracked his knuckles. "Party starts at two. Let's go rob some five-year-olds." "It's humiliating and it's perfect."