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Bill adjusted his balaclava and frowned at the invitation taped to his fridge. "We're robbing a children's birthday party? Are you serious right now?" He tapped the glittery envelope. "This is beneath us, Molly." "Beneath us?" Molly laughed, pulling a crowbar from her duffel bag. "There's probably a hundred toys in there, Bill. Some of them are worth serious money." Bill scratched his head. "Worth serious money? Last I checked, nobody was paying top dollar for a stuffed dinosaur." "Use your brain," Molly said, snapping her fingers. "Collector's market. Vintage action figures. The latest gaming consoles. This is the goldmine we've been waiting for." Bill considered this, then shrugged. "Fine. But I'm not doing the cake." "Nobody's asking you to eat the cake," Molly said, shaking her head. "We go in during the presents moment, grab everything, and vanish. Simple." "And the parents?" "Mingle with them," Molly grinned. "You've got a convincing smile." Bill glared. "My smile is terrifying." "Perfect. They'll be too busy crying to chase us."