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Molly adjusted her glittery unicorn mask while Bill chewed a very stale donut. The blueprints lay spread across the dashboard of their rusted van. "Security is tight," Molly whispered. "Three guards, one dog." "I hate dogs," Bill said. "They bark too loud." "We need speed," she replied. "Grab the boxes, run." "What about the big cake?" "Leave the cake." "But it is chocolate cake." "Bill, focus." The van rumbled softly in the dark alleyway outside. Shadows danced against the brick walls nearby. Molly checked her watch. Time was slipping away quickly. "Do we have big bags?" Bill asked. "Yes, big ones," Molly confirmed. "Plastic sacks work best now." "Won't they tear?" "Not if we lift carefully." "What if parents see us?" "They will be asleep." "Good plan." Bill nodded slowly, swallowing the last bite of sweet sugar. The moonlight reflected off his shiny glasses. Molly gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Let's go now," she commanded. "Wait, I need my lucky red hat." "Bill, no time." "It brings me luck." "Fine, take it." They opened the doors and stepped into the cold night. The party lights glowed brightly ahead of them.