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The moon hung over the suburban lawn like a giant, glowing marshmallow, illuminating the plastic tablecloths fluttering in the breeze. Molly crouched behind a bush shaped suspiciously like a duck, her black turtleneck itching terribly against her skin. Bill adjusted his mask, which was actually just a pair of oversized clown nose glasses he had found in the trunk. They stared at the fortress of cardboard and wrapping paper stacked near the bounce house. The air smelled faintly of burnt hot dogs and despair. Molly signaled with a gloved hand, pointing toward the side gate where a single balloon drifted lazily upward. Bill nodded solemnly, checking his toolkit which contained only a butter knife and a roll of duct tape. They moved with the grace of drunken elephants, stepping carefully over discarded juice boxes. The target was clear: a mountain of gifts wrapped in shiny foil featuring cartoon dinosaurs. Molly whispered the plan one last time, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of a lawnmower. Bill gave a thumbs up, his expression deadly serious despite the ridiculous eyewear. They reached the pile, hearts pounding against their ribs like trapped birds. The silence of the neighborhood felt heavy, judgmental even, as if the gnomes were watching. Molly grabbed the largest box while Bill started shoving smaller ones into a sack made from an old pillowcase.