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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly. "You sure this is the right house? Last time we hit a kid’s party, we ended up with a trunk full of participation trophies." Bill squinted at the balloon arch over the driveway. "Positive. The invite said ‘No parents allowed.’ That’s basically an engraved invitation for us." "Still," Molly said, "stealing from kids feels a little low. Even for us." Bill shrugged. "We’re not stealing from kids. We’re stealing from their *rich* parents. Big difference." Molly smirked. "Fair. But if we get caught, we’re going to jail for ruining a five-year-old’s birthday. That’s a special kind of villainy." Bill pulled a lollipop from his pocket and unwrapped it. "Relax. We’ll be in and out before the piñata’s half dead. Besides, you love a challenge." Molly grabbed the lollipop and popped it into her mouth. "Fine. But if we see a single tear, we’re leaving the presents and running." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now let’s go make some orphans cry."