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Muffled laughter drifted through floral wallpaper. Molly squeezed past the thick snake plant, her worn kneecaps jingling loudly. Bill stood sentinel near the corner, eyes darting to the cardboard fortress of the cluttered living room. The heavy air carried the sweet scent of strawberry frosting and sticky glue on the toys. Mrs. Higgins watched the camera blink off screen. "Think they're invisible?" Molly whispered, clutching her crowbar tight. "Invisible is dead," Bill hissed. "We rely on the hat trick." Molly adjusted her oversized clown wig. "Three wigs." "Plastic toys shine." Bill smiled. "Can you grab the snacks?" "Wrapping dough. I could eat the cardboard." Molly eyed the table. "Focus. The rhyme." Bill rolled the crowbar against the floor. "Quiet. Slip. Steal." "None of your nonsense." "Kid does not know." Bill chuckled. "Correct. Ready?" "Born," Molly said. "Into the den." "Into the den," they chorused. They moved as one unit toward the freezing hallway. The lion's den approached.