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Molly yanks a crumpled elf hat over her frizzy brown hair, adjusting the lumpy velvet costume’s sagging cuffs while leaning against their dented white van. The community center’s neon balloon streamers flicker through a cracked window, distant giggles bleeding into the humid evening air. Bill slumps on the curb, picking at a sticky lollipop stolen from a corner store, his fake reindeer antlers tilted askew. A crumpled party invitation peeks from his jacket pocket, its sparkly letters smudged by grease from his last heist. He kicks a discarded juice box, the squish echoing as Molly checks her candy cane crowbar. “Remind me why we’re cosplaying holiday freaks for toddler swag?” Bill mumbles. “Because the bouncer only lets party helpers in—elf and reindeer are the only costumes we could steal,” Molly snaps. “These antlers dig into my ears. Can’t we just sneak through the back?” “Back door’s guarded by a grandma with a vinegar spray bottle; she took down a purse snatcher last month,” Molly says. “Toddler presents are worth this? What if a five-year-old catches us?” “They’re busy with pin the tail on the donkey. We grab the gift table and bolt before cake time,” Molly replies.