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"The room's loaded with presents," Molly whispered. "Should be easy." "Easy? You know kids don't sleep, right?" Bill rubbed his temples. "They run on cake and chaos." "Perfect. Chaos works in our favor." Molly checked her watch. "The party's at two. We go in at three-thirty when the parents are distracted by whatever nightmare is playing on the television." "Have you thought about the guard dog?" "What guard dog?" "Exactly. You don't know if there's one. That's the problem." Bill leaned against the wall. "I need more information." "Fine. I'll case it this afternoon. Sixty presents minimum in that living room. Do you know how much that's worth? A fortune." "You want to rob a children's party?" "No. I want to rob the parents' wallets by extension." Molly grinned. "Those toys resell for triple." "Three-thirty it is then." Bill pulled his hoodie tight. "But if anyone sees us, I'm blaming you completely." "You always do."