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Molly adjusted her sunglasses, squinting at the front door. "Bill, we’re *so* close. The security system’s just a bunch of blinking lights and a kid who’s gonna scream if we touch anything." Bill adjusted his tie, which was actually a stolen party hat. "I’ve got a better idea. We just walk in, grab the presents, and vanish before the parents notice. No alarms, no fuss." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re *insane*. What if the presents are under lock and key? Or worse—what if there’s a security guard?" Bill grinned. "Then we’ll just distract him with a fake fire. Classic. You distract, I’ll grab the presents, and we’ll split before the cops show up." Molly groaned. "I *hate* you." Bill clapped his hands. "Perfect! Now, who’s gonna be the decoy? I’m not good at pretending to be scared." Molly smirked. "You’re *terrible* at pretending to be scared. I’ll do it. You’ll grab the presents, and we’ll run like our lives depend on it." Bill nodded. "Deal. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you. You’re the one who suggested this *ridiculous* plan." Molly sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if we don’t get away with it, I’m telling the cops you’re a *terrible* actor." Bill laughed. "You’re *terrible* at keeping secrets."