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Molly adjusted her glittery unicorn horn headband and squinted at the party invitation taped to the fridge. "Okay, Bill, here’s the plan. We go in as entertainers. I’m ‘Princess Sparklehoof,’ and you’re my—" "Absolutely not," Bill said, holding up a hand. "I am *not* wearing tights." "Fine. You can be the ‘Royal Jester.’" Molly air-quoted the title. "Just wear the stupid hat." Bill groaned, poking at the jingle bell on the jester cap. "This thing’s louder than a car alarm. How are we supposed to sneak around with this jingling every time I breathe?" "Easy. You don’t breathe." Molly grinned. "Look, the parents will be distracted by the magician, the kids will be hyped on sugar, and the presents will be piled in the corner like a treasure hoard. We grab the loot, slip out the back, and boom—Christmas comes early." Bill sighed, flipping through a stack of gift bags. "What if one of the kids recognizes us? We *did* rob their lemonade stand last summer." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Kids have the memory of goldfish. Besides, we’ll be in costume. No one suspects the clown." Bill eyed the rainbow wig in her hands. "I *knew* I should’ve taken that job at the bank."