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The neon glow of a flickering neon sign cast long shadows across the alley as Molly adjusted her glove, her breath fogging in the cold night air. "Alright, Bill, let’s talk strategy. We’re not just breaking into a house—we’re infiltrating a *children’s party*." Bill leaned against a dumpster, chewing on a stolen candy bar. "Yeah, yeah, but think about it—kids don’t even *lock* their doors. It’s like robbing a library full of open books." Molly rolled her eyes. "That’s not the point. The point is, there’s gonna be *security*—parents, probably some overzealous uncle with a keychain gun. And don’t even get me started on the *cake*." Bill wiped chocolate off his mustache. "Relax, we’ll just blend in. I’ll go in as the ‘cool uncle’ who ‘accidentally’ brought a bag of ‘borrowed’ toys. You can be the ‘lost aunt’ who ‘forgot’ her purse. Classic." Molly crossed her arms. "And what, we just *walk in* like we own the place? The second some kid asks why we’re here, we’re dead." Bill grinned. "Simple. We tell them we’re ‘professional present deliverers.’ Kids love that. ‘Oh, you’re from *Present Inc.!*’ Boom—we’re in." Molly groaned. "You’re insane. What if they ask for IDs?" Bill pulled out a fake badge. "Problem solved. ‘Security clearance pending.’ Kids don’t question that. They just want the presents." Molly sighed, but she was smiling. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for this *terrible* idea." Bill clinked his stolen soda can against hers. "Deal. Now let’s go steal some joy."