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The neon glow of the party’s disco ball cast jagged shadows across the cracked linoleum as Molly adjusted her ski mask, her breath fogging the cold steel of her pistol. Bill leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his tie loosened into a loose knot—*just in case the bouncer was a guy who liked to play dress-up.* A child’s laughter drifted through the open window, followed by the clatter of a toy truck rolling down the hallway. Bill exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching toward his own gun. “We’re not just stealing presents,” he muttered. “We’re stealing *the future*.” Molly’s eyes flicked to the glittering cake, then the towering stack of wrapped gifts beneath it. “Then let’s make it *glittering*.” She pulled a lockpick from her boot, her knuckles whitening. “But first—” She gestured at the door. “—we need a distraction.” Bill grinned, already pulling out a smoke bomb. “Distraction is our middle name.” The explosion of blue smoke filled the hallway, and the partygoers—mostly kids and their parents—screamed as they stumbled into the living room. Molly slipped past the chaos, her fingers deftly working the lock. Bill followed, his voice a low growl. “You’re a natural.” The door creaked open. Inside, the air smelled of cotton candy and regret. Molly’s grin was pure villainy. “Let’s see how many presents we can *steal* before the cops show up.” Bill’s eyes locked onto the gift bags. “I vote we take the ones with *‘World’s Okayest Thief’* on them.”