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The neon glow of the party hall pulsed like a dying star, casting jagged shadows across the polished floor. Molly adjusted her gloves—too tight, but better than nothing—and peered through the window, her breath fogging the glass like a spy’s secret. Bill leaned against the fence, arms crossed, his grin as sharp as a stolen wallet. A child’s laughter drifted through the gap, followed by the clink of a glass. Molly’s fingers twitched. *Tonight’s the night.* She’d spent three months planning this—every detail, the perfect distraction, the *perfect* way to vanish with a lifetime’s worth of presents. Bill cracked his knuckles. "You’re sure this place isn’t patrolled by a kidnapper with a clipboard?" Molly rolled her eyes, but her pulse raced. "Not tonight. Just… *one* kidnapper. And he’s too busy pretending to be a superhero." She nudged him with her elbow. "The back door’s got a weak lock. We’ll be out in five." Bill’s eyes gleamed. "Five minutes. Then what?" "Then we *live.*" She grabbed his arm, her grip firm. "No mistakes. No second chances. Just presents and a life of luxury." The door creaked open behind them, and Molly froze—until the sound of a parent’s voice faded into the distance. Bill exhaled, slow and steady. "Alright. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for the *gloves.*" Molly smirked, already counting the toys. "Deal." The party’s chaos swelled around them, a symphony of chaos they’d soon silence.