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Molly checked her watch anxiously. "We are cutting it close." "Relax," Bill whispered nervously. "The parents are in the kitchen." "Drinking wine?" Molly asked. "Chardonnay. They're sloppy." Bill replied. "Good. Sloppy means distracted." "What about the dog?" Molly questioned. "Sniffer trained on helium balloons." "That makes absolutely no sense." "It's a golden retriever named Buster." "Does he bark?" "Only when he smells loot." "So we hide the loot?" "We wear the loot." "As clothes?" "Yes. A present vest." "That's completely ridiculous." "It's tactical." "Can we fit the TV in there?" "No. Just the small electronics." "What about the bikes?" "Leave them." "Too heavy?" "Too loud." Bill sighed. "Fine. What's the alarm code?" "It's not an alarm." "Then what?" "A baby monitor." "We're stealing from a crib?" "Technically a playroom." "Same thing." "Okay. On three?" "Wait. Is that a laser?" "No. It's a string." "For what?" "The piñata." "Oh." "Let's move." "Wait. Do I have glitter?" "Yes." "Good." "Why?" "Glitter evidence." "Right then." "Wait. Where's the ladder?" "In the van." "Which van?" "The white one." "I hate the white one." "Fine. Let's go." Bill said. "We'll just use the spoon." "Just the spoon?" "It is silent." "It's bendy." "Exactly." Molly nodded.