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Molly wiped the condensation from the window with her sleeve. The steam rising from the hot cocoa inside the party venue was thick enough to hide their figures. It was cold, but the kids were warm. This was a very risky move. Bill stood beside her, checking the map one more time to ensure they were on the correct path. "Why are we sneaking in?" Molly whispered. "We look like staff." "Because nobody checks staff," Bill said. "The security guard is asleep on the rug." "Is he snoring?" Molly asked. "Snoring means he is deep asleep." "He is snoring loud enough to wake the dragon," Bill replied. "This is our shot." "What do we take? The toys are small." Molly shifted her bag on her shoulder. "The gifts are the point," Bill said. "Everyone wants the gifts that look big." "Can you carry the car?" Molly asked. "Can you carry the present?" "No, I can carry the box," Bill said. "I am not a robot." "We should time it right," Molly said. "The cake comes out at seven." "Then we go at six fifty-nine," Bill said. "One minute before the chaos." "Is one minute enough?" Molly asked. "Can we do it in one minute?" "We have ten minutes," Bill said. "The kids will be distracted by the singing." "Are we stealing the singing?" Molly asked. "Can we steal the song?" "No, we steal the boxes," Bill said. "Do not overthink it." The hallway was quiet. They walked slowly down the long corridor. The floor was sticky with juice everywhere. "Is it sticky?" Molly asked. "I think it is sticky." "It is the floor," Bill said. "Kids drink juice here." "Why would they drink all the juice?" Molly asked. "Because it is juice," Bill said. "It is a party." They reached the room. The lights were dim and low. The presents waited there. "Okay," Molly said. "Now we move." "Go quietly," Bill said. "Do not knock anything over." "I will not knock anything," Molly said. "I am being gentle." "Gentle is good," Bill said. "Gentle is safe." They walked toward the pile. The pile was huge. It covered the floor completely. "Do you see it?" Molly asked. "The big one." "The big one is the gift of a lifetime," Bill said. "Is it the gift?" Molly asked. "Or is it the box?" "It is the box," Bill said. "The box is the thing." "I want the box," Molly said. "I will take the box." "Take the box," Bill said. "We need to leave." They grabbed the biggest box. It was heavy. They tried to lift it together slowly. "It is heavy," Molly said. "I cannot do it." "I will help," Bill said. "One, two, three." They lifted it. They moved it. It was done. They walked out. The guard did not move. He slept soundly. "We are safe," Molly said. "We made it." "We made it," Bill said. "We are free." Outside, the air was cold. They put the box in the van carefully. They sat in the cold darkness, waiting to see if the coast was clear for the next phase of their operation. The city lights flickered in the distance.