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Molly peered through binoculars at the brightly colored house. Bill chewed nervously on a stale crayon. Molly adjusted her glasses. Bill checked his bag. The moon was high. Shadows stretched long. "Are you sure about this plan?" Bill asked. "Think of the loot, Bill. Wrapped boxes everywhere." "It feels wrong stealing from toddlers," Bill whispered. "They don't need LEGOs," Molly said. "What about the parents?" Bill asked. "Asleep by nine," Molly replied. "I used to love parties." Bill looked down. "Focus on the prize," Molly commanded. "Okay. Let's do this." Bill straightened his mask. "Move out." Molly lowered the binoculars. They crept toward the fence. "Wait," Bill said. "What now?" Molly froze. "I left the getaway car running," Bill admitted. "You idiot." Molly groaned. Bill ran back. Molly waited. This was going poorly. She checked her watch. Time was running out. Bill returned. "Fixed it," he panted. "Good," Molly said. "Did you lock the doors?" Molly asked. "Yes, everything is secure," Bill replied. "Then we are rich," Molly smiled. "I hope no clowns show up," Bill worried. "Clowns are afraid of us," Molly assured. "That is true," Bill agreed. "Is the coast clear?" "Clear as crystal." "Let's go inside." "Right behind you." They entered the yard.