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Molly adjusted her wig, carefully checking the reflection in a hubcap. The suburban house glowed with plastic balloons. Bill leaned against the van, chewing gum loudly. "Are you sure about this?" Bill asked. "Stealing from kids feels wrong." "Wrong is leaving money on the table," Molly snapped. "It's a goldmine wrapped in cellophane." Bill sighed, tossing the gum wrapper. "What about the parents?" "Asleep. Wine and cake do that." Molly pulled a crowbar from her boot. "We grab the gifts, vanish before the cake is cut." "What if there's a dog?" "Then we steal the dog too. It's a bonus." Bill rubbed his chin. "What about the security system?" "I hacked it. It plays 'Happy Birthday' on a loop." Molly grinned. "Do you really want the presents or not now?" Bill kicked the tire. "Fine. I want the one with the lights." "Deal." They slipped silently through the rusted fence. The music swelled. Inside, a small child laughed, unaware his very bright future was being looted by two adults in a van. Molly checked her watch. "Three minutes." "Make it two," Bill whispered. They moved like shadows in the dark. The heavy door clicked open.