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Molly flattened herself against the alley wall, peering around the corner at the brightly colored balloons. “So, the target is the garden of 14 Maple Street. Primary assets: a mountain of unattended presents, and a chocolate fountain.” Bill, struggling to pull a black beanie over his ears, nodded. “Right. The plan. Phase one: distraction.” “You create the distraction,” Molly clarified. “Got it. I’ll deploy the… the squeaky clown nose.” He patted his pocket. “When all eyes are on the red nose, you slip in, grab the big pink box—the one with the ribbon—and we melt back into the urban fabric.” “‘Urban fabric,’ Bill? It’s a cul-de-sac.” Molly sighed. “What about the piñata?” He grinned. “I’ve already scoped it. Paper-mâché donkey. A total soft target. We crack it open, the candy spills, total chaos. Perfect cover for our exfil.” “Exfiltration,” Molly corrected. “And no. We stick to the presents. Remember: no kids get hurt, and we leave the cake.” Bill’s face fell. “All of the cake?” “Most of the cake,” she conceded. “Now, fix your gloves. You look like you’re about to wash dishes.” He looked down at the yellow rubber gloves. “They’re for grip!” he whispered fiercely.