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Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the fence of the brightly decorated backyard. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? I don’t see any armed guards or laser grids. Just cupcakes and a piñata." Bill squinted at the invitation in his hand. "Positive. The kid’s parents are loaded. Look at that bounce house. That’s not a ‘we’re middle-class’ bounce house. That’s a ‘we own a yacht’ bounce house." Molly crossed her arms. "Okay, but stealing from kids? That’s low, even for us." Bill waved a hand. "Pfft. They won’t even notice. They’ll be too busy stuffing their faces with cotton candy. And hey, think of it as redistributing wealth. We’re just… early Christmas elves." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I have to outrun a toddler in a tutu, I’m blaming you." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, the plan: I distract the parents with my world-famous magic trick—" "You don’t do magic." "—and you sneak in, grab the loot, and meet me at the getaway car." Molly groaned. "You don’t have a getaway car." Bill winked. "I have a getaway *bike*." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "We’re doomed."