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Molly adjusted her sunglasses, peering through the window at the glittering backyard. "Bill, we’re gonna need a distraction. Like, *big* distraction." Bill wiped his brow, already plotting. "A fire? A fake explosion? Or—" He grinned. "How about we just *pretend* to be the Santa Claus delivery team?" Molly groaned. "Santa? That’s it? We’re gonna walk in as Santa’s elves and steal all the presents? Bill, that’s *terrible*." "Relax, Molly. We’ll have a *very* convincing beard. And maybe a few extra presents under our arms." He patted his chest. "I’ll even sing ‘Jingle Bells’ off-key." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re *not* singing. And we’re not just stealing presents—we’re *stealing the entire party*. The cake, the games, the *entire* chaos." Bill smirked. "Then we’ll just *be* the chaos. First, we’ll crash the cake decorating contest. Then we’ll swap all the presents for *our* stuff. And if anyone asks, we’ll say we’re ‘donating’ the originals to charity." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for the beard." Bill laughed. "Deal. Now, let’s go. And Molly—*no* singing."