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Molly adjusted her heavy black mask while Bill checked his lockpicks under the flickering streetlight. Bill grinned wickedly. Molly sighed heavily. She felt like absolute monsters today. They were professionals. The kids got toys, they got cash. There were no cash registers at a birthday party. He pointed at the tree. Under the tree. Wrapped gifts. High value. Molly laughed softly. Bill moved toward the window. Molly followed. They slipped into the yard. Molly kicked the ball. They crept toward the porch. “That’s sugar, not a vault,” she whispered nervously. “Exactly. Sugar rush means distraction.” “I feel like monsters.” “We’re professionals.” “No cash registers.” “What if they catch us?” “Then we tell them we’re the clowns.” “You look terrible in red.” “It’s a disguise.” “I’m in.” “Deal.” “Ready?” “Born ready.” “Wait, is that a dog?” “Ignore it.” “It’s barking.” “Shh.” “Okay, moving.” “This feels wrong.” “Money feels good.” “True. Let’s go.”