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The neon glow of the party decorations spilled through the curtains like a neon crime scene. Molly adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the glass as she whispered, "Alright, Bill, we’re not just robbing a house—we’re robbing a *joy factory*." Bill wiped imaginary sweat from his brow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, fantastic. So if we get caught, we don’t just go to jail—we go to *time-out corner* for life." Molly smirked, tossing a tiny inflatable unicorn from her pocket. "Relax. We’re not here to steal the kids. Just their *stuff*." She held up a clipboard with a map of the house. "See? The presents are all in the living room, neatly stacked like they’re waiting for us." Bill squinted at the diagram. "Wait, you drew that?" "Of course I did. I’m an *artist*." She flicked the unicorn at him. "Besides, the security’s worse than a kindergarten teacher’s glare. One old guy with a walkie-talkie and a *very* suspicious dog." Bill groaned. "A *dog*? Molly, that’s not a security system—that’s a *judgmental furball*." She grinned. "Then we’ll just have to be *charming*." She plucked a candy cane from her coat. "Here. For the dog. And for the old guy. And maybe the kids, if we’re feeling generous." Bill stared at the candy cane like it was a live grenade. "You’re insane." Molly winked. "And yet, here we are." She cracked her knuckles. "Let’s go make some *holiday magic*."