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Bill crouched behind a bush, watching the house. The windows were lit up with colorful streamers, and the sound of children's laughter floated through the air. He nudged Molly. "Ready?" The fluorescent pink tutu around his waist did little to conceal his burly frame. Molly adjusted her gloves, her eyes never leaving the prize. "Always. Side gate's unlocked. We move fast." Bill peered around the bush, his stomach churning at the thought of sticky fingers and loud squeals. "What if we're spotted?" Molly smirked, tucking a lock of hair under her visor. "We say we're lost." Bill sighed, the weight of his crowbar suddenly feeling heavier. "That's the worst alibi ever." They both knew it was their only shot. The presents piled under the tree were too good to pass up, even if it meant facing a horde of sugar-crazed toddlers. With a deep breath, Bill nodded. "Let's do this." Together, they slipped through the side gate, their footsteps silent on the dew-kissed grass.