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Molly adjusted her wig while Bill checked the fence closely. He wore a disguise mask. Bill whispered quietly into the dark night air. Molly said her voice was firm and steady. Bill frowned beneath his fake nose in the cold dark night. Molly pointed to the garden gate silently under moonlight. They waited for the moment. Bill sighed heavily and shook his head slightly. She held the bags tight. Bill checked his bag carefully one last time now. Molly kicked the gravel loudly under the old gate. Bill paused to listen very closely now to the sound. Molly smiled broadly. They slipped through the open iron gate slowly and quietly. "Are we sure this is the right house?" "The address matches the intel perfectly." "Look at the bunting. It screams." "Stealing from kids? That is unethical." "We need the budget. Funding is low." "Feelings? They might cry loud." "We are professionals, not therapists." "Alarm is ancient." "I can pick it fast." "I trust your skills." "Okay. Leave the toys." "No time. Fits." "What if they see us?" "We wear costumes." "This is insane." "It’s a mission." "Got the sacks?" "All set." "Let’s go." "Slowly." "Why?" "Kids run fast." "Move." "Behind you." "Wait." "What now?" "One check." "Fine." "Go." "Siren?" "Music."