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Molly adjusted the heavy zipper on her velvet disguise, checking the pocket watch one more time in the deep cold shadow of the old oak tree outside the house. Bill stood beside her, clutching a burlap sack that looked suspiciously like an old pillowcase stuffed with lead weights inside. The night wind blew cold. He checked the shed lock. "Is this a good idea, Bill? Do it." she whispered nervously. "The target is the nursery," Bill replied, wiping grease off his chin. "They expect Santa. Not me." "Santa doesn't bring iPads," she noted. "But we don't need to be Santa. Just be invisible." "Invisible?" Bill asked. "In the sense that we wear party hats. And pretend to be the entertainment." "I don't sing," Bill muttered. "You don't have to. Just mime." Molly smiled. "Kids think you're a mime. We swipe loot by cake." "What if the parents see us?" Bill asked. "Parents are drunk," Molly said. "They think the balloons are magic. Won't notice us." "Okay," Bill sighed. "One bag. No weapons. We leave the kids alone." "Agreed." Molly nodded. "Ready to crash?" "Never," Bill said. "Let's go," she said. They moved together into the darkness.