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Molly adjusted her sunglasses, squinting at the glittering mansion through the fence. "Bill, we’re gonna need a distraction. Like, a *very* convincing one." Bill adjusted his own shades, a smirk playing on his lips. "I’ve got it. We’ll just ‘accidentally’ spill a whole bottle of glitter on the lawn. The parents will be *so* distracted by their kids’ eyes turning into glitter monsters, they won’t even notice we’re sneaking in." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re such a romantic. What if they have security cameras?" "Then we’ll just *pretend* to be the security team." Bill grinned. "We’ll say we’re here to ‘check the alarms’—but really, we’re here to *steal the presents*." Molly groaned. "You’re impossible. What if the presents are *locked* in a vault?" "Then we’ll just *break the vault*." Bill winked. "Or, you know, we’ll just *steal the keys* from the kid who’s supposed to open them." Molly sighed, tossing a handful of glitter at the fence. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you." Bill caught the glitter mid-air, grinning. "Deal. Now, where’s the *real* treasure?"