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Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the wrought-iron fence, eyeing the brightly colored balloons bobbing in the breeze. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? It looks like a rainbow exploded here." Bill scratched his chin, squinting at the "Happy 6th Birthday, Timmy!" banner. "Positive. The kid’s parents are loaded. Presents will be top-tier—unopened, unwrapped, just waiting for us." Molly smirked. "So we’re stealing from a six-year-old? That’s low, even for us." "Hey, it’s not personal. It’s business. And business is booming." Bill pulled out a crumpled map of the backyard. "We go in through the garden shed, climb the trellis, and boom—present paradise." Molly crossed her arms. "What if the kid’s there? What if he sees us?" Bill waved a hand. "Pfft. Kids are easy. Just tell him we’re the ‘present fairies’ or something. He’ll believe it." Molly groaned. "You’re ridiculous. Fine. But if he starts crying, I’m blaming you." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, you ready to make some magic happen?" Molly sighed. "Let’s just get this over with before I develop a conscience."