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The living room buzzed with the muffled giggles of kids in colorful costumes. A giant inflatable unicorn loomed near the window, its horn glinting under fairy lights. Molly leaned against the couch, twirling a lockpick between her fingers as Bill paced like a caged raccoon. “Okay, listen,” Bill said, stopping mid-stride. “We’re here for the birthday bash. The kid’s got a *lot* of presents. Like, if you count every single one, there’s at least fifty.” Molly snorted. “Fifty? That’s not even a lot. Last week I stole a whole truckload from a dentist’s office. This is just… small potatoes.” Bill rolled his eyes. “You’re saying this is easy? The parents hired a security system. Motion sensors. A dog that barks at shadows. And the kid’s mom is *obsessed* with ‘surprises.’” “Surprises are my middle name,” Molly said, grinning. “Besides, we’ve got the distraction. Remember the piñata?” “Oh yeah, the one that exploded into confetti and a single sock puppet.” He groaned. “That was *your* idea.” “Hey, it worked! The kid cried happy tears. Now imagine them crying over stolen toys instead.” Bill paused, then sighed. “Alright, but we need a plan. The back door’s guarded by a guy named Dave who thinks he’s Batman. He’ll check the windows first.” Molly tapped her chin. “Then we go through the kitchen. There’s a vent above the fridge. It’s narrow, but it’s there.” “Vents are for rodents,” Bill muttered. “And you’re not a rodent.” “Neither are you,” she shot back, “since you still use a flashlight at night.” He crossed his arms. “You’re lucky I’m not charging you for this advice.” “Lucky? I’m *genius*,” she said, pulling out a crumpled map of the house. “See here? The living room’s our entry point. The kids’ll be too busy opening gifts to notice us. Unless they find us…” She trailed off, eyes glinting. Bill raised an eyebrow. “Unless what? You think they’ll call the police?” “Please,” Molly laughed. “They’ll think we’re part of the party. Maybe even help us find more presents.” “Right. Because nothing says ‘trustworthy’ like thieves in party hats.” “Exactly! They’ll hand us candy canes before we know it.” A sudden crash echoed from the hallway—a kid had knocked over a tower of cupcakes. Both froze. “That’s the third time today,” Bill muttered. “Maybe we should’ve picked a quieter party.” “Quiet parties don’t have *enough* presents,” Molly countered. “C’mon, Bill. Think of the thrill. The rush of sneaking past security. The satisfaction of leaving them scratching their heads.” He stared at her, then shook his head. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re predictable,” she said, pocketing the lockpick. “Now, where’s that vent diagram?” Bill grinned, already pulling out his phone. “Let’s get this show on the road. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the sock puppet.” “Deal,” she said, slipping out the window with him. The night air smelled like popcorn and mischief. Somewhere below, a child screamed with joy. They smiled, already plotting the next move.