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The suburban driveway glowed under the flickering string lights of a festive backyard nightmare. Molly adjusted her knit mask, eyes narrowing at the mountain of colorfully wrapped loot currently guarded by a lethargic golden retriever. Bill crouched behind a giant inflatable castle, his belly pressing awkwardly into the plastic vinyl. He tapped his wristwatch. We are running out of time, Molly whispered while clutching her canvas sack. The clown is finishing his balloon animals, which means the cake cutting happens in three minutes. Just keep your eyes on the exit, Bill hissed back, adjusting the heavy velvet bag slung over his aching shoulder. Did you remember to disable the backyard motion sensor? I jammed it with a piece of stale chewing gum, Molly replied with a smirk. Bill rolled his eyes, scanning the perimeter for any suspicious hovering parents. Are you sure about the getaway vehicle? The tricycle is too small for our combined weight, he grumbled. Shut up, Molly snapped, snatching a discarded gift box from the pile. Grab the glittery ones first because they look expensive. They scrambled toward the hedge, two shadows dissolving into the dark as heavy bass began pumping from the birthday playlist.