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Molly nervously adjusted her fake mustache and squinted through the prickly hedges. "I have the map ready," she hissed, tapping her damp, cardboard notepad. Bill adjusted his oversized pirate hat, looking deeply skeptical. "That is a crayon drawing of a pink bouncy castle," he grumbled. "It is a tactical blueprint. We strike during the sugar rush," she insisted. They crept closer to the chaotic, noisy suburban lawn. "What about the clown? He looks highly trained," Bill whispered. "I will distract him with balloon sword fights. Grab the loot," she ordered. He peered at the glittering mountain of cardboard packages. "Is it mostly expensive Lego? I want the spaceships," he drooled. Molly harshly slapped his tense shoulder hard. "Focus, Bill! We want wrapped gift boxes, not loose blocks," she scolded. He slowly wiped foggy condensation off his plastic binoculars. "But the big packages might contain wool socks!" he sighed. She rolled her eyes in frustration. "Socks are valuable trade items in our business," she whispered crossly. He smiled, adjusting his sneakers. "Fine, but I get to jump on that giant trampoline," he giggled. She checked her cheap plastic watch. "Deal now. Put your warm juice box down and move," she commanded.