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Molly tapped her watch. "Check the schedule." "The cake cutting is at seven." "Perfect timing," Bill whispered. "Is the dog on duty?" "Only the Labrador. He sleeps after eating." "Toss a ball. You throw like a girl." "Hey!" "When the dad opens the window, I enter through the chimney." "You can't fit." "I have lost weight since Tuesday." "Okay, but the presents. Stacked by the tree." "What about the mom?" "She's on the phone." "We replace them with empty wrappers. No one checks." "That's theft." "It's a redistribution of wealth. From rich kids to adults." "I want that bike." "Exactly. We take it for them." "What if the cops come?" "I have a fake ID. A cat." "You're insane." "Just grab the bags. The chimney?" "Too loud. I have a suit." "A suit made of tinfoil?" "It's tactical tinfoil." "You're ridiculous. Are you coming?" "Fine. But if we get caught, I say you planned it." "Deal." "Give me the bag. Don't drop it." "I'm not a child." "Focus on the loot." Molly grinned. "It's a rescue operation." Bill sighed. "Just grab the boxes." They crouched in shadows. "Wait for the signal." "Now!" They ran. "Okay, that was fast." "Don't look back."