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Bill crouched behind the hedge, adjusting his tuxedo quickly while Molly checked the clipboard nervously, breathing heavy, ready to go. "Is the perimeter clear?" she whispered urgently. "The dog sleeps," Bill said. "But the cat doesn't." "A cat is dangerous. Cats have sharp claws." "Cats hate plastic bags rustling." "So use cloth bags for the loot." "We need more sacks. Five is not enough." "There are only five garbage bins out back." "We take the trash bags anyway." "That's the most logical solution." "What about the birthday cake on the table?" "Leave it. We don't want extra calories." "Good point. But what if the cake explodes?" "Then we flee before the police arrive." "Flee where exactly? Into dark forest?" "Into woods. Woods are full of trees." "The woods are dark at this hour." "Moonlight is enough for us to escape." "I hate nights like this in general." "You hate everything that requires effort." "Everything except stealing toys from a birthday party." "It is a noble art." "Noble? You're a thief." "You're wearing a tuxedo." "Classy suits make me look like a professional." "Move when the clown falls off." "Agreed." "Do it."