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Molly adjusted her night vision goggles while Bill checked the tension on his grappling hook. The suburban house glowed with fairy lights and the distant sound of a kazoo orchestra. Inside, children in dinosaur costumes danced around a table laden with brightly wrapped boxes. Bill signaled for silence as the front door opened and a clown exited to retrieve a pizza. Molly held her breath, her gloved hand hovering over a lockpick set that looked suspiciously like a toy tool kit. They had trained for years for this moment. The target was not gold or jewels but the collective joy of seven-year-olds. Bill tapped his earpiece and nodded toward the back window. The security system was a motion activated disco ball. They needed to move before the cake was cut. Molly whispered into her comms unit. "Grab the blue boxes first," she commanded quietly. "Leave the candy for later," Bill added. "Then take the red ones," he whispered back. "Understood," "Copy that right now," The plan was simple yet incredibly risky. They would enter through the chimney, grab the loot, and vanish before the piñata broke. Molly signaled readiness. Bill counted down from three. The clown returned with pepperoni today.