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Molly adjusted her ski mask, her breath fogging the air like a tiny, sneaky cloud. "Bill, we’re gonna need a distraction," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like what?" Bill asked, his own breath curling around his face. He was already peeking through the window, his eyes scanning the room. "Something that’ll make the parents think we’re the heroes," Molly said, her fingers tracing the edge of the door. "A fire? A fake bomb?" "Too risky," Bill muttered. "What about a clown?" Molly’s eyes lit up. "A clown? Bill, that’s brilliant! We can pull off a *very* convincing clown act—" "Molly, we’re not clowns," Bill interrupted, his voice sharp. "We’re thieves." "Then we’ll be the *best* thieves," she insisted, grinning. "The parents will be so distracted by our antics, they won’t even notice we’re stealing their presents." Bill groaned. "You’re impossible." "Shut up and help me," Molly said, nudging him toward the window. "We’ve got a party to infiltrate."