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Molly adjusted her thick goggles, wiping grease from her forehead, peering very carefully through the chain link fence. Inside, colorful boxes stacked beneath a fake tree. "Target locked," Bill whispered. "Too easy." "Focus now. We need the big box," Molly said. "Not the candy." "The candy is safer," Bill shrugged. "No security systems." "We steal the box. It holds the video game console," she noted. "Cash out value really is high." "But what if kids wake up?" Bill asked. "Then we pretend we are Santa. Very Quick." "I hate Santa." "Better than police," Molly replied. "Here is the plan. Grab fast. Run. Hide." "You are very specific." "I am prepared," Molly said. "Check the dog." "He sleeps on the rug." "Good. Now move. Before cake today." "Are you sure now?" "Move." Bill climbed the tall metal fence. He landed with a very loud thud. They entered silently into the large house. Inside the house, the floor was clear. Just shiny cardboard. They grabbed the stack carefully. "Carry it," Molly ordered. "Into the van very fast." "But the cake?" "Eat it later." They fled into the dark night. The van engine roared loudly nearby. They were criminals. Successful ones today.