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Molly stood by the fence holding a rusty crowbar in the middle of the yard. She checked the watch. "Are you looking at the schedule?" Bill muttered. Bill checked the perimeter wall. The walls are at shoulder height. "Perfect leverage," Molly answered. We cut corner number one. "Is the Aunt sure she won't call the police?" Bill asked. The car is silent. "Neighbors are asleep by now," Molly whispered. Total jackpot, Bill. "But sweaty kids?" Bill hissed. How about guerrilla timing? "Ten minutes, we sneak," Molly told him. Then we hide in the sandbox. Bill wiped his face with a crumpled napkin. Sun's screamin' in Australia. "Open the cookie jar," Molly said. We need cash. "To buy refrigerators?" Bill asked. "For the getaway car," Molly replied. "Should I get a shovel?" Bill muttered. "You look like a super villain," Molly said. "Bill." Let's go, Bill agreed. Wait for the blast, Molly warned. We pull now. "Do it," Bill replied. "We won't vanish, we'll vanish," Molly said. Better luck. They looked at the trash bag. "Let's go." Molly grabbed the rag. Outside the house, light flickered. "Ready," Bill said. "Don't be a steal," Bill replied. "Agreed," Molly whispered. "Goodbye now."