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Molly adjusted her Santa hat in the mirror and turned to Bill. "You sure this is the right move? Stealing from kids?" Bill shrugged, stuffing a sack of fake coal into his duffel. "Kids don’t need presents. They’ve got imagination. Besides, these are rich kids. They’ll just get more." "Rich kids still cry," Molly said, tugging at her beard. "And their parents have lawyers." Bill waved a hand. "Relax. We’ll be in and out before the cake’s even cut. The piñata’s the real vault here." Molly raised an eyebrow. "The piñata? You’re telling me the presents are inside the piñata?" "Of course! Where else would they be? It’s a kids’ party. The piñata’s the treasure chest." Molly groaned. "So we’re breaking into a party to steal a paper mache donkey full of toys?" Bill grinned. "A paper mache donkey full of *expensive* toys. Have you seen the price of LEGO sets these days?" Molly rubbed her temples. "Okay, fine. How do we even get in? It’s a private party. There’s probably a bouncer." Bill pulled out two clown noses from his pocket. "We’re the entertainment." Molly stared. "You want us to *perform*?" "Not perform. Distract. You juggle, I’ll do the balloon animals. Meanwhile, I’ll be casing the joint." Molly threw her hands up. "I don’t know how to juggle!" Bill tossed her three oranges. "Learn fast. Or we’re both going to jail for making kids cry." Molly caught an orange against her chest. "This is a terrible plan." Bill clapped her on the back. "It’s a *classic* plan. Now, let’s go make some memories." Molly sighed. "I hate you." Bill grinned. "No, you don’t. You love the thrill." Molly adjusted her hat again. "I love not getting arrested." Bill grabbed her arm. "Too late for cold feet. The clown car’s here." Molly looked out the window at the tiny vehicle. "That’s not a clown car. That’s a *real* car." Bill winked. "Metaphorically speaking. Now, let’s go steal some joy." Molly groaned but followed him out the door. "If we get caught, I’m blaming you." Bill laughed. "If we get caught, we’ll both be blaming the piñata."