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Molly adjusted her black turtleneck, scanning the dark backyard very carefully. "Target?" Bill whispered, squinting through his old, dusty binoculars. "Every box under that tree," Molly confirmed with a quick nod. "It's a birthday. They will scream." "Let them. We're professionals." Bill lowered the tinted glasses very slowly. "What if there's cake?" "Leave the cake. We need electronics." "I want the cake." "Focus. The guard is a clown." "A clown?" "He's got a balloon sword. We're doomed." "We can handle a balloon sword." "Can we?" "Yes. Grab the net." Molly tossed him a heavy, metal grappling hook. "What is the extraction plan?" Bill asked, shifting his heavy weight. "Dad's truck. That is you." "I am the getaway driver?" "Obviously. Start the engine." Bill sighed heavily, wiping his very sweaty brow. "Fine. But I am eating the cake." "Just steal all the toys." They moved silently toward the tall, wooden garden fence. Molly checked her silver, digital watch nervously. Bill swallowed hard, his throat dry. The music started loudly outside the house. Molly gripped her sharp weapon tightly. Bill looked at the sad clown.