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Molly adjusted her black mask, peering carefully through the tall wooden fence at the brightly lit suburban house. Bill checked his expensive silver watch nervously. He sighed loudly, rubbing his rough chin. Molly pulled a heavy steel grappling hook from her worn black bag. Molly tossed him a heavy, stuffed old canvas bag. They moved slowly toward the rusty iron garden gate quietly. Bill nodded, gripping his metal toolkit tightly. They vanished quickly into the dark, cold shadows together silently. The music was loud. Kids were screaming. It was perfect. No guards were present. The moon was full. They waited. "Thirty kids inside," she whispered. "That is so much wrapping paper." "We need the Lego set specifically." "The whole haul. Every box." "The parents will definitely notice eventually." "Let them cry. Party, not bank." "What about the piñata?" "Leave it. Candy residue on loot." "I’ll go over the roof silently." "I’ll distract the clown outside the back door now." "A clown? Really? That seems risky." "He wears a balloon suit." "Don’t pop balloons." "No promises." "Ready?" "Ready." "Bring the glitter?" "Yes." "Chaos needs sparkle." "One rule: Absolutely no touching the birthday cake." "Later."