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Molly adjusted her black ski mask and peered through the window of the brightly decorated living room. "I can't believe we're doing this, Bill. Stealing presents from a bunch of snot-nosed kids?" Bill, already halfway through the window, turned back with a grin. "Come on, Moll. It's not like they need all that plastic crap. Besides, think of the profit!" She sighed and hoisted herself through the window, landing with a soft thud. "You're a real piece of work, you know that? What if we get caught?" Bill was already rifling through the pile of gifts under the Christmas tree. "Relax. It's a kids' party. Everyone will be too busy stuffing their faces with cake and playing stupid games to notice us." Molly rolled her eyes. "Great. So we're relying on the fact that kids are dumb and easily distracted. That's comforting." "Hey, it's not their fault they're dumb. It's their parents' fault for raising them that way." Bill held up a brightly wrapped box. "Ooh, this one feels promising." She snatched it from his hands. "Don't get cocky. Let's just grab what we can and get out of here before someone sees us." "Spoilsport," Bill muttered, but he nodded in agreement. "Alright, alright. Let's make this quick and painless."