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Molly adjusted her night-vision goggles while Bill fumbled with a juice box. "Is the perimeter secure?" Molly whispered. They crouched low behind a giant plastic slide. "The bounce house is down," Bill replied seriously. "Excellent. Did you disable the clown?" "He took balloons and a bribe." The target remained a colorful mountain of brightly wrapped boxes inside the sunroom. "We move when they start the cake." "Won’t the sugar rush make them faster?" "They’ll be distracted by frosting. It's our window." Molly checked her tactical watch, her face illuminated by the glow of the dial. "That has a bow bigger than me." "Focus. We want the expensive Lego sets." Bill peeked over the edge of the slide, his eyes narrowing as a retriever trotted past. "I saw a Death Star earlier," Bill whispered. "That is our priority. No heavy toys." Molly squinted at the small, scaly toddler guarding the entrance. "Copy that. What about the dragon toddler?" "He is a wild card. Avoid eye contact." She reached into her heavy tactical diaper bag. "Smart. Very professional," Bill muttered. "On my signal, we breach the door now." Bill wiped grape juice off his chin. "I'm ready for glory," Bill whispered quietly.