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The moonlight glinted off Bill’s ski mask, though he insisted it was merely for style during the winter season. Molly adjusted her clipboard, checking the perimeter for any stray guard dogs or overzealous parents. They stood beside the gingerbread house of suburban excess, where the party lights flickered like a disco ball in a toy store. This wasn’t about theft; it was redistribution. Molly tapped a pen against her leather glove. The plan was simple, yet fraught with toddler unpredictability. They needed to sweep the living room before the cake was even sliced without triggering a meltdown that could alert neighbors. A very complex maneuver requiring agility and silence beyond human capability. They needed to coordinate their breath so it didn’t disturb the sleep of the sleeping children, who were likely dreaming of unicorns or dragons or something else entirely magical that no adult could understand. The air was thick with the scent of sugar and the anticipation of opening cardboard boxes filled with joy. It was a high stakes operation that required precision. Bill whispered, We go before the ice breaks now. Molly nodded. Do we take the giant teddy first? Bill shrugged. Anything with a price tag inside.