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Molly adjusted her black balaclava, staring intently at the colorful bouncy castle. “The security is tight,” she whispered loudly. Bill nodded, checking his overstuffed toy bag. “It’s a fortress of balloons and glitter.” Molly kicked a plastic piñata hard. “This is morally wrong, Bill.” He grinned wickedly. “It’s a heist, Molly. Not a charity.” They moved silently toward the house. The dog barked. “Abort?” Bill asked nervously. “No. Just bribe the beast.” “With what?” “A treat from my pocket.” They crept past the wooden fence. Molly slipped through the gate. Bill followed, holding a slice of vanilla cake. They reached the front porch. “Door’s locked.” “Pick it.” “I don’t have a pick.” “Kick it.” “It’s a kid’s house.” “Kick it, Bill.” He kicked very hard. It opened easily. “Clean break.” Molly grabbed the remote. “Signal me.” “Now we wait.” Bill checked his watch. “Five minutes.” “They wake up soon.” “Then we run.” “With what?” “With the loot.” “Pure profit.” They waited in shadows. “Stay low.” “Ready?” “Born ready.” “Let’s move.” Molly slipped slowly inside. Bill followed. “Quietly.” “Smells like vanilla.” “Smells like trouble.” “Too risky.” They reached the living room. “Target acquired.” “Go.” Molly climbed the steps. Bill waited. “Go.”