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Molly adjusted her black balaclava while Bill tried to fit through the neighbor's dog door for the third time that evening. Their master plan to infiltrate Timmy's seventh birthday party required precision, patience, and absolutely no squeaky toy soldiers. "Tonight we enter through the laundry chute," Molly whispered. "And I will distract the clown," Bill promised. Bill had practiced his clown noises for weeks, which mostly sounded like a deflating balloon having an argument with a kazoo. "Perfect, steal all presents," Molly said. "Let's go," Bill said. Molly nodded solemnly and produced a tiny crowbar painted pink. They tiptoed across the damp garden toward a house glowing with balloons, banners, and what appeared to be an inflatable castle guarded by a very serious plastic flamingo. Inside, children shrieked with joy, adults chased runaway helium balloons, and the birthday boy prepared to make a wish that would probably involve dinosaurs eating the cake. Molly checked her watch, then her list, then her extremely illegal list of lists, because good heists always involved excellent paperwork and backup glitter glue. Bill whispered, "Ready," while Molly gripped the ladder, checked her pockets, and dramatically adjusted her cape for maximum sneaky effect in the moonlight.