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Molly checked the feed. "The birthday boy is seven," Bill gripped his bat. "That means wrapping paper and zero security." He swallowed hard and adjusted his invisible cowl. "What about the chaperones?" The moon hung heavy above the oak tree. "They will notice the missing tree." Molly tapped her headset and pointed toward the lawn. "Overwhelmed by cupcake traffic." The grass smelled faintly of lime juice. "We slip through the door, steal presents, and leave before the first yawn." Bill stared at the fence. "And the dog?" His knees made a squeak. "The dog loves cheese." She checked her gloves. "I packed three cheddar cubes." She fixed her visor. "Minor details." The gate creaked once. "Check your blindfold." Bill fumbled his pockets. "I only wear it for drama." Molly nodded. "Good now." The night air cooled. "The guard sleeps." "I know." Rain threatened the evening sky. "Remember the bank vault?" "We almost got caught by the pigeons." Their planning cards sat ready. "I still have feathers in my boots." Molly traced the floor plans with a pen now. "True terror." Quietly soon. "Go." A balloon popped nearby. "Together." They stepped into shadows. "Go." "We move when the balloons deflate." "Yes."