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Molly adjusted her monocle, peering carefully through binoculars at the bungalow. Balloons bobbed violently in the wind outside the large window. Bill kicked a loose pebble, waiting for instructions. "Look," Molly whispered. "Plastic joy waiting to be liberated." "Insured?" Bill asked, checking his watch nervously. "No, disappointment will be priceless." Molly lowered glasses. "Hit the garage first." "Why garage?" Bill frowned. "Party is inside." "Paper is flammable," Molly explained. "Create distraction." "Distraction?" Bill raised one eyebrow. "Like what?" "Loud firework shaped like a dinosaur," Molly grinned widely. "Kids love them." "Grab presents?" Bill asked again. "Grab presents," Molly confirmed firmly. "Every one." "Under the tree?" Bill hesitated slightly. "Especially under the tree," Molly said sharply. "Those are expensive." Bill nodded slowly then. "Parents home early?" "Then we become elves," Molly declared loudly. "Wear hats and deny." "Elves don't steal," Bill pointed out clearly. "These elves do," Molly corrected him. "Hand me the grappling hook." Bill sighed deeply, pulling the heavy rope from his bag. "You know this wrong?" "Not wrong," Molly said firmly, tightening the small knot. "Wealth redistribution." "Toy redistribution," Bill muttered softly under breath. "Exactly," Molly said firmly now. "Now climb."