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Molly peered through the rain-streaked window at the chaos within. Balloons bobbed, small humans shrieked with varying degrees of delight and terror, and a glitter-dusted cake sat precariously central. "Right," she muttered, pulling her collar tighter. "Operation: Sugar Rush is a go. Remember the plan, Bill?" Bill, who was attempting to use a discarded party hat as a makeshift spyglass, lowered it with a sigh. "Yeah, yeah. Distract the sugar-addled horde, grab the shiny bits, and make a tactical withdrawal before someone cries about losing mommy's phone." "Not exactly," Molly corrected, nudging him. "The primary objective isn't the electronics. It's the designated gift repository." She pointed a gloved finger towards a mountainous pile of brightly wrapped boxes near a giggling toddler dressed as a fairy. "That's where the real treasure lies. Think drones, think action figures, think potentially valuable vintage board games if little Timmy’s grandparents are particularly old-fashioned." Bill’s eyes widened. "So, we're stealing Santa's workshop? Magnificent!" Molly sighed. "Just try not to get glitter in the getaway van this time."