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Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and nudged Bill with her elbow. "You sure this is the right house? It looks like a rainbow exploded here." Bill squinted at the inflatable unicorn bouncing in the front yard. "Positive. The kid’s parents are loaded. Presents will be top-tier." Molly tugged at her too-tight party hat. "We’re stealing from children, Bill. That’s a new low, even for us." Bill shrugged. "Kids don’t need gifts. They’ve got imagination. We’ve got rent." A giggle erupted from inside as a toddler in a superhero cape zoomed past the window. Molly winced. "What if we get caught? I can’t outrun a toddler in these heels." Bill patted his backpack. "Relax. I brought the good stuff—glitter bombs, whoopee cushions, and a fake mustache for emergencies." Molly groaned. "You’re ridiculous." "Focus," Bill whispered, eyeing the open back door. "We go in, grab the loot, and vanish before the cake’s cut." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I have to explain to a five-year-old why I’m stealing his Lego set, you’re taking the fall." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now let’s make some poor kid’s Christmas early."