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Molly adjusted her Santa hat in the dim glow of the alleyway. The distant sound of children laughing and a bouncy castle creaking filled the air. So we’re really doing this, huh? Bill said, tugging at his fake beard. Stealing from kids. Not stealing, Molly said. Redistributing. Those presents are just sitting there, begging for a better home. A better home like your cousin’s pawn shop? Exactly. She grinned. Besides, rich kids get too many toys anyway. We’re doing them a favor. Bill sighed. I drew the line at robbing banks, but now we’re discussing the ethics of stealing from a five-year-old’s birthday. It’s not stealing if they don’t notice, Molly said. We’ll be in and out before the cake’s even cut. And how do we do that? Bill asked. Last time we tried a quick job, you got stuck in a doggy door. That was one time. And in my defense, that corgi was *fast*. Bill rubbed his temples. So what’s the plan? Simple. We go in as the entertainment. You’re the magician, I’m the assistant. We’ll have full access to the present table. I don’t know any magic tricks. You’ll be great. Just wave your hands and say abracadabra a lot. And when they ask for a volunteer? Pick a kid who looks slow. Bill groaned. This is why I work alone. No, this is why you *shouldn’t* work alone, Molly said. You’d still be trying to pick the lock on that jewelry store with a paperclip. That was a good paperclip. Molly checked her watch. Party starts in ten. You ready? Do I have a choice? Nope. She slapped him on the back. Let’s go make some kids’ dreams come true. By taking their dreams? Semantics. Bill adjusted his top hat. Fine. But if I have to pull a rabbit out of this hat, I’m blaming you. Deal. Molly smirked. Now let’s go before the clown shows up. I hate clowns. You’re the one who suggested the magician angle. Yeah, well, clowns are creepy. Bill sighed. You’re impossible. And you love me. Now move. The piñata’s not going to rob itself.