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The night was dark and cold. Molly crouched low behind the green rhododendrons. Binoculars pressed to her tired eyes. Bill fumbled nervously with his heavy utility belt. "They've just opened the door. Look at that glitter." "Molly, is this really the best time? They're singing." She kicked his shin gently. "Silence, Bill. Focus on the loot." He whispered loudly, "There are balloons everywhere. How do we carry?" She sighed deeply. "We use the trash bins. It's tactical genius." Bill nodded nervously. "But the cake? The cake is on the table." She grinned wickedly. "We eat the cake later. First, the gifts." Bill hesitated. "What if they wake up?" Molly adjusted her black mask. "They're six. They're asleep." Bill checked his old watch. "It's only eight." She hissed. "Exactly. Prime time." Bill pulled out a rusty crowbar. "Are we sure about this?" Molly stood up tall. "Move. Or I tell the captain you snitched." Bill scrambled quickly. "Okay, okay. Lead the way." She smiled softly. "Smart." The moonlight filtered through the leaves. Music played inside. "Smells like sugar," Bill noted. Molly nodded. "And profit." They breached the large window. Silence followed as they ran. The getaway car waited.