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Molly adjusted the neon polka-dot clown nose, squinting at the mansion gate through her binoculars. Bill sat in the driver seat, aggressively buttering a slice of bread with a pocketknife while wearing an oversized foam wizard hat. The neighborhood was quiet, save for the faint, dissonant sounds of screaming toddlers drifting from the backyard. Do you have the tranquilizer darts for the golden retriever? Molly asked, checking her utility belt. I forgot them, but I brought a bag of artisanal jerky that should keep the beast occupied for an hour, Bill replied, licking his thumb. Are you serious, Bill? We are robbing a five-year-old blind, not hosting a picnic, she hissed. It is a high-stakes heist, Molly, and morale is crucial, he insisted while donning a vest covered in jingle bells. I just hope the birthday boy does not have a black belt in karate, she muttered, shifting the van into gear. If he does, you take the leg, and I grab the pile of brightly wrapped loot by the mahogany fireplace, Bill said cheerfully. Deal, but if we get caught by a clown, I am definitely telling them you are the mastermind, Molly promised as the engine rumbled to life.