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Molly adjusted her sunglasses, squinting at the front door of the glittery mansion. "Bill, we’re *not* doing this. The cops will be here any second." Bill wiped his hands on his stained jeans, grinning. "Relax, Molly. We’ve got a *plan*. The security system’s got a weak spot—those damn motion sensors. We’ll just—" "*Bite me*," she groaned, rolling her eyes. "You’re gonna trip over your own shoelaces and set off every alarm in the house." "Nah, nah, I’ve got this. I’ll distract the parents with my *charisma*—" "*You’re a disaster*," she snapped, storming toward the back door. "Fine, let’s just *sneak* in. No talking. No—" "*No talking?* Bill, I’m *terrified*." "*Then shut up and listen*," he hissed, pulling out a tiny lockpick. "The back door’s got a *glow-in-the-dark* sticker. Classic. We just gotta—" "*We’re *doomed*,"* she whispered, pressing her ear to the door. A child’s giggle echoed inside. "We’re *so* screwed."