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Molly adjusted her sunglasses, squinting at the front door. "Bill, we’re gonna need a distraction. Something *big*." Bill adjusted his own shades, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like what? A clown? A fire-breathing dragon?" "Too obvious. How about a *very* dramatic fake fire?" Bill groaned. "Molly, we’re not kids anymore. We can’t just walk in and yell, ‘BOOM!’" "Then we’ll do it *quietly*. Like a ninja. But with *more* ninjas." A beat of silence. Bill sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for the ninja part." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, where’s the party? And how do we get past the security system?" Bill pointed at the window. "That’s our ticket. Just… don’t scream." Molly rolled her eyes. "I won’t scream. I’ll *whisper*. ‘Oh, it’s just us, kids!’" Bill groaned again. "You’re impossible." He grabbed his lockpick set. "Let’s go. But if we’re caught, I’m telling the cops you’re the one who *screamed*." Molly tossed him a flashlight. "You’re such a baby. Now *move it*." Bill sighed, but he was already halfway across the yard. "I *hate* you."