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Molly adjusted her oversized clown nose, peering nervously through the living room window shivering slightly. “Do I look menacing?” she whispered. Bill sighed deeply, checking his expensive watch. “You look like a toddler’s nightmare. It works.” He checked the digital timer on his wrist again. “Cake cutting starts in ten minutes. That’s our window.” “Window?” Molly asked, tilting her head to the side. “I thought we break doors.” Bill rolled his eyes wearily at her. “Metaphorically. Hit gift room before mom cleans the greasy plates.” “Can we get the big box?” Molly asked, eyeing the massive wrapped trunk suspiciously from behind. “It’s huge.” “We have trolleys, Molly. Remember the trolleys?” Bill gestured to the metal cart hidden deep in the bushes. “Avoid the balloons. They pop.” “Balloons?” Molly gasped. “They pop. Loud noises mean screaming. We don’t want cops.” Bill leaned closer to the cold glass. “Grab gifts, run, and don’t get caught in the piñata string.” “What if I trip?” “Then I drag you.” “And if they see us?” “Tell them we’re part of the show.” Molly smiled broadly beneath her pink wig. “Okay. Let’s go get toys.” They sprinted forward quickly into the yard now.