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Bill taped the mask securely to his face. "Are you ready yet?" "Ready," Molly snapped. "Did you bring the mask?" "Yes," Bill hissed. "But no tape really?" "Tape is for the front door," Molly huffed. "What about the velvet rope?" Bill asked. "We use invisible organic paint," she lied. "Organic paint is magic," Bill laughed. "No magic, just bag," she hissed. "Bag it now please." Bill slung the sack. "It's very heavy." "It's heavy," Molly nodded. "Presents always are." "They unwrap safe," he noted. "Like candy." "Candy without a barcode," she muttered. "We need barcodes for later," Bill said. Bill frowned slightly. "But now we really need candy." "We help Santa, not the sugar," she snapped. "Operation Prank Crashers," Bill whispered. "No," Molly said. "Present Grabbers time." "That's better," Bill agreed. "Let's swing." Bill took a breath. "Do it." "Wait," she cried. "What?" he yelped. "We forgot the turkey guest now." "Turkey is for dinner," he said. "Turkey is for the plate," she corrected. "Go grab the loot," Bill commanded. Molly nodded. "Finally right now."