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Molly adjusted her Santa hat in the dim glow of the alleyway. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? The sign says ‘Happy Birthday, Timmy’ but the balloons look like they’ve seen better days." Bill squinted at the clipboard. "According to my intel, Timmy’s the kid of some tech CEO. They’re loaded. And today’s the day they’re showing it off—piñatas, goodie bags, the works." Molly smirked. "So we’re robbing a six-year-old?" "Not just any six-year-old. A six-year-old with a trust fund and a room full of unopened LEGO sets." Bill tapped his watch. "We’ve got twenty minutes before the cake’s cut. After that, the parents start herding the kids like cats." Molly cracked her knuckles. "Alright, but how do we get in? Front door’s probably crawling with nannies." Bill grinned. "Backyard. There’s a fence, but I saw a gap near the tool shed. Big enough for you to squeeze through." Molly scoffed. "Oh, so I’m the one crawling through the dirt while you stroll in like a dad late to the party?" "You’ve got the agility. I’ve got the charm." Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "Besides, you’re the one who can pick a lock in under ten seconds." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine. But if I get stuck, I’m blaming you. And if there’s a dog, I’m throwing you at it." Bill saluted. "Noted. Now, once we’re in, we hit the gift table first. That’s where the gold is—literally. I heard there’s a gold-plated Nintendo Switch in there." Molly whistled. "Damn. That kid’s got better toys than I do." Bill nodded. "Exactly. Then we grab the piñata. It’s shaped like a dragon, but I bet it’s stuffed with more than just candy." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You think they’d put cash in a piñata?" "Rich people do weird stuff. Last year, some CEO hid a Bitcoin wallet in his kid’s Easter eggs." Molly laughed. "And you’re sure we won’t get caught?" Bill shrugged. "Worst case, we blend in. You grab a slice of cake, I’ll pretend to be Timmy’s long-lost uncle. We’ll be fine." Molly sighed. "Alright, but if we get caught, I’m telling the cops you masterminded this." Bill clapped her on the back. "Deal. Now let’s go make a six-year-old’s worst nightmare come true." Molly groaned but followed him toward the fence. "I can’t believe I’m doing this." Bill smirked. "Relax. It’s just another Tuesday."