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Molly adjusted her sunglasses, peering through the window at the glittering backyard. "Bill, we’re gonna need a distraction. Like, a *very* convincing one." Bill wiped his brow, already plotting. "I’ll fake a heart attack. Classic. But we need a plan B—someone’s gonna notice a grown man collapsing in a field of balloons." Molly grinned. "I’ll distract the parents with a ‘lost puppy’ act. Just a regular, well-behaved pup. Maybe a golden retriever. Too cute to ignore." Bill groaned. "You’re gonna need a costume. And a *lot* of fake drool." Molly tossed him a stuffed animal. "Here. It’s got a little ‘accident’ already. We’ll call it ‘Lucky.’" Bill eyed the toy suspiciously. "You’re not actually gonna let it ‘accidentally’ knock over a cake, are you?" Molly winked. "No, but we’ll *pretend* it did. The parents will think it’s a miracle. Meanwhile, we’re in the house like ghosts." Bill groaned again. "Ghosts? We’re not ghosts. We’re *thieves*." Molly laughed. "Then we’ll be *very* good thieves. And very, very lucky." She grabbed her lockpick. "Let’s go. The presents are calling."