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The dim glow of a flickering streetlamp cast long shadows across the alley where Molly and Bill crouched behind a stack of discarded party decorations. The scent of stale confetti and balloon rubber hung in the air as Molly adjusted her black ski mask, the sequins she’d glued on for flair catching the light. “You’re sure this is the right house?” Bill whispered, squinting at the brightly lit windows where the shrieks of sugar-fueled children echoed like a pack of howler monkeys. Molly rolled her eyes. “Of course I’m sure. The invitation said ‘Pirate Pete’s Plunder Party’—how many of those can there be in one neighborhood?” Bill scratched his chin. “Fair point. But stealing from kids? That’s a new low, even for us.” “Relax, it’s not stealing. It’s… redistributing joy. Besides, have you seen the price of LEGO sets these days? We’re doing the parents a favor.” Bill sighed. “You always have a justification.” “And you always overthink things.” Molly pulled out a grappling hook with a suction cup. “Now, the plan is simple. I’ll scale the fence, disable the motion-sensor sprinklers—” “There are motion-sensor sprinklers?” “Rich people. Of course there are. Then I’ll slip in through the back door, grab the presents, and toss them out the window to you.” Bill frowned. “And what if someone sees me?” Molly grinned. “Then you tell them you’re the world’s most enthusiastic party crasher.” Bill groaned. “I hate when you’re the brave one.” A sudden burst of laughter erupted from inside the house, followed by the unmistakable sound of a piñata being bludgeoned to death. Molly checked her watch. “Perfect. They’re distracted. Let’s move.” Bill hesitated. “What if there’s a dog?” “Then we hope it’s more into belly rubs than barking.” “That’s not reassuring.” Molly was already halfway up the fence. “Stop whining and get ready to catch.” Bill muttered under his breath, positioning himself beneath the window. “This is why I wanted to rob a bank.” Molly paused, one leg swung over the top. “Banks have vaults. Vaults have alarms. Kids have… glitter. And glitter, my friend, is the real security system.” Bill opened his mouth to argue, but a rogue sparkler from the party shot into the air, fizzling out just above his head. He ducked. “Okay, new rule: no fireworks.” Molly dropped down on the other side with a thud. “Too late. We’re committed.” Inside, the chaos of the party raged on, the perfect cover. Molly crept toward the back door, her heart pounding. This was either going to be the easiest score of their careers or the most humiliating arrest. She glanced back at Bill, who was now crouched like a nervous gnome beneath the window. “You good?” she whispered. Bill gave a thumbs-up, though his face screamed otherwise. “Just hurry up before I get mistaken for a garden ornament.” Molly smirked. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” Then she turned the doorknob and stepped into the lion’s den.