Bill squinted through the dark glass of the battered sedan parked on the quiet street, his eyes narrowing as they traced the bright banner fluttering in the afternoon breeze. He noted the plastic toy soldiers lining the walkway and the spiked iron fence to keep the unruly masses back. "The perimeter seems secure." Molly adjusted her gloves, smoothing the leather over her knuckles with a practiced motion. She checked her watch one last time, ensuring their momentum remained perfect before looking at him. "Bill, it's a suburban home. The only tactical disadvantage is the neighbor's spaniel, and I've handled worse." "I fear the spaniel," he muttered, leaning back into the seat with a heavy sigh that rattled his ribs. "She sounds ferocious. So, to recap: we infiltrate, we sabotage the clown, and we secure the presents." "We need the train set and the unicorn." Bill sighed deeply. "Fine. But if that dog barks, we burn it down." "I will drive." "Great. Just grab your sword."