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The heavy rain hammered the metal roof of the stolen van while Bill checked the lock on the side door one last time. Molly adjusted the goggles on her forehead and stared at the wet map spread across the dashboard. The engine idled low, a constant vibration traveling through the seat and into his bones. "Do you think they will see us through the window?" Bill whispered quietly to his partner. "They see everything, Bill. They see your nose." Molly smiled and tapped the steering wheel lightly with her finger. "Focus." "Focus on what exactly?" Bill asked, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably in the seat. "The presents. The loot. The sheer joy." She leaned forward, ignoring the wet road ahead. "We take everything." "Joy does not fit in a duffel bag, Molly." Bill looked out the window at the dark street. "Everything fits if you squish it hard enough." She stood up in the confined space of the vehicle. "Okay, here is the plan. We go in as clowns." "Clowns are illegal in this borough now, Molly." Bill frowned at the pouring rain outside. "They are not. Just the red noses. The shoes are fine." She nodded decisively while looking ahead. "The shoes are the problem. People trip on those constantly." Bill sighed and shook his head slowly. "We use the distraction tactic. I juggle while you steal." She grabbed a colorful hat from the floor. "I can not juggle, I have no rhythm." Bill shook his head slowly and looked away. "Then we switch roles. You juggle the balloons, I take the boxes." Molly smiled wide at him. "What if they cry during the performance?" Bill looked worried again at the house. "It is a party. They cry at the cake anyway." She laughed softly at the thought. "What if the parents catch us before we leave?" Bill checked the door lock for a third time. "We run. Fast." She pointed toward the lit house. "That is the plan." "That is a terrible plan, statistically speaking." Bill sat back down in the seat. "It is my plan. I am the brains." She adjusted her glasses again to fix the angle. "You are the thief. It is slightly different." Bill rolled his eyes at the steering wheel. "Same thing in the end." She grabbed the map again. "Look, the house is at the end of the cul-de-sac. One guard dog. He sleeps during cartoons." "I hope you know his breed correctly." Bill stood up slowly to look outside. "He is a pug. He snorts instead of barks." Molly pointed at the map on the table. "A pug will not stop a heist team effectively." Bill looked at her with doubt. "Exactly. Easy entry through the backyard." She pulled on the jacket tightly. "Backyard fence is too high for climbing." Bill shook his head and frowned. "We have the ladder from the garage." She opened the back door to check it. "The one with the rust on the side?" Bill stepped out into the rain. "Rust is just texture for the kids." She followed him out quickly into the night. "What about the noise from the party?" Bill looked at the sky and listened. "We wear the headsets from the arcade." She held up two black things carefully. "The ones that play music loudly?" Bill took the headset carefully from her hand. "Perfect soundproofing for us." She grabbed the duffel bag to lift it. "Bill looked at her skeptically again." Molly waited for him to speak. "What?" She tilted her head to the side. "You are not listening to logic." Bill adjusted the headset on his head. "I am listening to the wind outside." She looked at the rain falling down. "It sounds like traffic on the street." Bill listened hard to the noise. "Close enough for our purposes." She walked toward the house door. Molly sat back down heavily. "We leave the toys for the staff." "Why do you say that?" Bill looked confused at her. "Because they are for the party." She smiled kindly at him. "No, the presents are for the kids." Bill argued with her. "I know. We steal the expensive ones only." She grabbed a small knife. "What if they come back later?" Bill looked at the knife in her hand. "We will not be here anymore." She opened the knife and smiled. "How far away are we going?" Bill stepped back from her. "Five minutes away to drop off." She started the engine again. "That is cutting it very close." Bill closed the door quickly. "We need to move now." She put the gear in and looked forward. "Wait." He raised his hand in the air. "What is wrong now?" She looked at him with a smile. "Is this ethical for our souls?" He looked serious at her. "It is not stealing if you pay them back later." She grinned at him. "With what exactly?" He asked carefully while looking at the bag. "With our lives. Wait, no." She started driving the vehicle. "With the presents themselves?" He watched the road carefully. "No. With money." She turned the corner fast and loudly. "We do not have any money." He checked the bag for value. "We will have money soon." She laughed at the traffic light. "How will we get money?" He leaned forward to speak. "The heist." She turned up the music volume. "I thought we were stealing gifts for kids." He frowned at the window. "Gifts are money if you sell them." She sped up quickly. "How does that work?" He looked worried again at the speed. "They have receipts inside the boxes." She honked the horn loudly. "That is not how retail works." He shouted over the loud music. "Everything works if you believe hard enough." She laughed at him. "You are wrong about that fact." He yelled at the rain. "Maybe. But I am driving the van." She drove hard through the wet street. "You cannot drive." He grabbed the seat firmly. "I have the keys to the vehicle." She showed them to him. "Keys to the van specifically?" He held tight to the door. "Yes." She nodded at him. "Okay." He let go of the seat. "Let us go now." She pressed the gas pedal. "Wait, one more thing." He stood up in the van. "What is it?" She asked calmly while driving. "Do you think they have ice cream?" He smiled at her. "I do not care about ice cream." She drove fast. "I care about ice cream." He watched the road carefully. "We are stealing expensive items." She looked ahead at the house. "We can steal both." He stood up in the van. "You are impossible to work with." She yelled at him. "I am a professional thief." He stood firm. "You are a clown." She looked at him. "A professional clown thief." He nodded at her. "Fine. Fine." He sat down. "Good. Now drive the van." She drove faster.