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The neon glow of a flickering "Happy Birthday!" sign cast long shadows across the backyard as Molly adjusted her wire-cutters with a practiced snap. Bill leaned against the fence, twirling a candy cane between his fingers like a baton. "You sure this is the place?" Bill asked, squinting at the house. "Last time I checked, kids don’t have vaults." Molly shot him a look. "Relax, genius. It’s not the *presents* we’re worried about—it’s the *parents* who’ll notice if we’re not the ones handing out cupcakes." She grinned. "Besides, how hard can it be? Kids don’t even lock their doors." Bill sighed, plucking a marshmallow off the candy cane. "You’re forgetting the *security* part. There’s a guy in a stupid hat watching the front door like it’s the Tower of London." Molly waved a hand. "Pfft. Security guy or not, I’ve got my trusty *distraction*." She pulled a small, squeaky toy from her pocket—a rubber chicken. "One honk, and those little monsters will be chasing each other into the bushes." Bill groaned. "You’re evil." "Efficient," Molly corrected, tossing the chicken to him. "Now go stand by the cake. I’ll handle the presents." Bill caught it, eyeing the chicken like it was a live grenade. "You’re gonna regret this." Molly smirked. "Probably. But we’ll be rich." She turned toward the back door, already humming the theme from *The Pink Panther*. "Let’s make this quick."