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Molly squinted through heavy binoculars at colorful balloons bobbing against the dark night sky. She whispered softly. "It is total chaos inside the house." The adults will be distracted by the loud karaoke machine. Bill adjusted his clown wig over tactical gear. "The dogs?" he asked nervously. "Chained back. I brought treats." She grinned wickedly. "We slip in cake cutting." Bill fretted loudly. "If someone sings?" Molly said calmly. "Hide table." "The cloth covers us completely." Bill asked skeptically. "Is it worth risk?" They look like gifts opened. "No wait. Box there." Molly pointed. "PlayStation." "Grab it run?" "No. All toys." "We carry much?" Bill argued. "Take wagon. Driveway." "Stolen wagon?" Bill asked. "Fits theme." "I hate parties," Bill sighed. "You love money," Molly corrected. "True." Bill admitted. "Lead way." "Stay low," Molly warned. "No Lego." "The music is too loud," she said. "I can't hear the doorbell." "We should go now," he said. "Be ready." "I'm ready." "Go." "Wait." "It's going to be fun," she smiled. "No kidding." "Let's go." "Okay." "Go now." They waited in shadows. Party full swing. Molly adjusted lens. The house was bright and warm. They moved slowly. It was risky. They looked.