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The security guard dozed off in a velvet beanbag chair. Molly adjusted her fake clown nose and checked her watch. Bill tapped the blueprint with a plastic spork. The afternoon sun slanted through the bunting, illuminating a suspiciously large stash of wrapped boxes stacked near the patio door. A toddler giggled near the inflatable castle while a parent snored on a folding chair. Molly smoothed her sequined jumpsuit and calibrated the magnetic lockpick. Bill checked his empty velvet sacks. The wind carried frosting and impending criminal activity. Bill packed the ribbon cutting shears while Molly verified the perimeter route and compass. We move at three o'clock, Bill whispered. The parents always nap after cake. I have already neutralized the glitter bomb, Molly replied. It is tragically effective against dogs. Do we really need the dinosaur onesies, Bill asked. Absolutely not, Molly said. We only want the actual presents. What about the juice boxes, Bill wondered. Leave them, Molly ordered. We are professionals. The alarm system runs on batteries, Bill noted. Easy enough. Then we slip in through the punch bowl, Molly confirmed. Remember the code phrase, Bill muttered. Purple dinosaur attacks at noon. Got it, Molly nodded. We ride at dawn.