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Molly adjusted her sequined eye mask. Bill struggled with his oversized bright trousers, nearly tripping over a tricycle. "Is the perimeter clear?" she whispered into her radio. "The minivan has departed, but the juice box supply remains unguarded." Bill scanned the messy yard. Molly pointed at the sunroom where a mountain of bright wrapping paper shimmered. "That is our target. Priority goes to the Legos, not the plushies." "What if the toddler returns for his nap?" Bill asked, sweating under his foam nose. "Use the animal crackers. They go wild for the rhinos." She handed him a bag of snacks. "I have not been this nervous since the mall Santa job." Bill clutched his burlap sack tightly. "Stop whining. We have ten minutes before the real entertainment arrives." Molly checked her watch. "I am the entertainment! Look at my face paint!" Bill gestured frantically at his cheeks. "Try to look less like a failed kidnapper and more like a balloon artist." She hissed. They approached the sliding door. The scent of sugar hung thick. Heavy streamers hung from the porch. "On my mark, we breach the bouncy castle." Molly nodded. She checked the lock. "God help us." Bill replied very nervously.