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Molly: Bill, did you bring the tiny crowbar? Bill: Yes—two, one for prying, one for confidence. Molly: Perfect. The party’s at the community center at six sharp. Bill: Sharp like “spilled soda.” Molly: Exactly. We get in, we steal the presents, we vanish before someone asks questions. Bill: I practiced my smile. It says, “I’m friendly.” Molly: Your smile says, “I’m a raccoon in pants.” Bill: Raccoons respect teamwork. Molly: We wear the costume bins. Bill: The clown suits? Molly: Technically “space explorers.” Bill: Space explorers steal? Molly: Only on our mission. Bill: How do we bypass the door guard? Molly: The mascot costume. Bill: We’re not the mascot. Molly: We’ll become it. Bill: Like I’m not a toaster, I’m just near bread. Molly: Don’t talk. See Dad with the clipboard? Bill: The one counting invitations. Molly: We borrow it, then stamp “Merry Schemingsmas.” Bill: That’s not a holiday. Molly: It is tonight. Molly: After the presents, we swap the tags. Bill: For fake ones? Molly: For identical ones, but wrapped in “wrong kid” paper. Bill: That’s evil. Molly: It’s efficient. Bill: And the toys? Molly: Emergency strategy: steal batteries too. Bill: Great, I’ll carry the drill like a flashlight.