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The neon glow of the party hall pulsed like a dying star, casting jagged shadows across the polished floor. Molly adjusted her gloves—too tight, but better than nothing—and peered through the window, her breath fogging the glass. Bill leaned against the fence, arms crossed, his grin as sharp as a stolen cookie. A child’s laughter drifted through the cracks, followed by the clink of a glass. Molly’s fingers twitched. *Tonight’s the night.* She nudged Bill’s shoulder. His eyes flicked to her, then back to the party, where a towering Christmas tree stood like a sentry. Bill exhaled through his nose, a slow, satisfied smirk. "You’re sure this is the right place?" Molly didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed a rusted pipe from the toolbox beside her, testing its weight. The metal groaned. Bill cracked his knuckles. "We’re not just stealing presents. We’re stealing *joy*." A car horn blared. Molly’s ears perked up. Bill groaned, rubbing his temples. "We’re gonna get caught. Again." Molly ignored him, her gaze locked on the partygoers. "Then we’ll just have to make it *extra* joyful." She tossed the pipe into the air, caught it, and grinned. "Let’s do this."