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Molly adjusted the strap of her duffel bag, staring at the suburban house through binoculars. Balloons bobbed against the twilight sky, casting colorful shadows on the manicured lawn. The party lights flickered on. "So, the objective is clear?" Bill asked, chewing on a toothpick. "Clear as mud," Molly said. "We go in, we grab the wrapped boxes, we vanish before the cake arrives." "Why not just steal the cake?" "Because cake smudges, Bill. Wrapping paper preserves the value." Bill shook his head, looking at the plastic fence surrounding the yard. "You're obsessed with the resale market for plastic dinosaurs." "It's a niche market with high demand. Parents pay top dollar for unopened toys." "What about the security?" "Security is a mother named Linda who thinks a locked front door is a vault." "And the perimeter?" "Plastic fence. Easy climb." "What if the kids see us?" "They won't. We wear clown costumes." "Clowns?" "It's a party. Clowns are expected. It's camouflage." "I look like a killer clown." "You look like a professional." "I have a unicycle." "Then you ride it." "I don't know how to ride a unicycle." "Practice makes perfect. We have twenty minutes." "Twenty minutes until the cake?" "Twenty minutes until the parents stop watching the kids and start watching the food." "Smart." "I know." "What about the dog?" "The dog is a golden retriever. He loves treats." "You brought treats?" "I brought a bag of hot dogs." "Hot dogs?" "They work better than kibble." "Okay, I'm in. But I want the Lego set." "The Lego set is mine." "It's a Star Wars set." "It's a Star Wars set for a five-year-old. It's missing pieces." "How do you know?" "I checked the catalog online." "You checked the catalog?" "Preparation is key, Bill." "You're weird." "I'm prepared." "Let's go." "Wait." "What now?" "The music." "It's 'Baby Shark'." "It's annoying." "It's a distraction." "I hate it." "Then you sing it louder." "I can't sing." "You can hum." "Fine." Molly holstered her lockpick. Bill put on the red nose. The wind rustled the leaves around them. The air smelled of cut grass and sugar. "Ready?" "Born ready." They walked toward the gate. The grass crunched under their boots. A squirrel watched them from a tree branch. "What about the getaway van?" "It's a minivan." "A minivan?" "It blends in." "With the parents?" "Exactly." "You're a genius." "I try." "Do we have space for the trampoline?" "We don't have space for the trampoline." "It's a bounce house." "It's inflatable." "We deflate it." "We steal the air?" "We steal the plastic." "That's wasteful." "It's efficient." "I prefer value." "I prefer speed." "Speed is value." "Okay." "Okay." "Move out." "Moving." They slipped through the gate into the yard. The party was loud inside.