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Molly adjusted her neon mask over her nose carefully. Bill checked his silver pocket watch nervously. "Right house?" Bill whispered softly. "Yes," Molly replied softly. "The red balloons match." Bill warned loudly and nervously. "Kids cry loudly when toys go," Molly said quickly. "We replace them with new cardboard boxes," Bill stated loudly. "Or just the wrapping paper." "It is definite theft, Molly," she corrected firmly. "Nanny is outside. Distraction time now." Bill sighed loudly again. "I hate kids." Molly said quickly. "Focus on the big sack," Bill asked loudly. "Ignore adults." Molly decided firmly. "What if there is a dog?" Bill argued loudly. "Bribe it with steak," Molly said calmly. "Or cake." Bill lied softly. "Cake is for eating," They crept silently toward the heavy oak door. "Steak is for bribing," Molly kicked off her soft shoes slowly. "Ready?" she whispered quietly. "Ready," Bill lied again softly. "Quietly," Bill noted calmly. "Always quiet," Molly smiled happily and broadly. "The door is locked," Bill asked softly. "I have a pick and a smiley face," she explained simply. "Why face?" Bill stepped back away very quickly. "To distract the lock," "Let's go slowly." "I definitely changed my mind."