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Molly adjusted her black tactical mask, peering through the frosted glass of the suburban window. The muffled sounds of Happy Birthday drifted through the pane like a siren song calling to the wicked. They crouched low behind the hydrangeas, hidden by the shadows of the ancient oak tree. They crept forward across the green manicured lawn slowly. Bill checked his watch. Molly nodded solemnly at him. Molly sighed heavily with frustration. They vanished into the dark cold night. "The cake is the distraction," she whispered, checking her leather gloves. "Too risky for us." "He’s a clown, Bill. He knows balloons and face paint." "What about the piñata?" Bill asked, adjusting his heavy backpack straps. "That’s the vault. Full of candy and loose change." "And what about the big Lego?" "Secondary target. High resale value on the black market." Molly nodded solemnly. "Ready?" "Born ready." "Wait," Bill said suddenly, freezing in place. "The dog." "A corgi?" "A corgi. It’s a guard dog right?" "It’s a potato with legs really." "Exactly. Highly dangerous indeed." Molly sighed heavily. "Fine. We wait for the parents to leave now." "Or we distract it with a sausage link." "Genius plan." "One last thing," Bill said quietly. "What do you mean?" "Do we leave a note here?" "No, absolutely never, Bill." "Cool, works for me perfectly."