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Molly crouched beside the toy-store van, adjusting the suction cups on her gloves with the seriousness of a surgeon. Bill hovered over the shopping cart they’d “borrowed,” which rattled with dignity it didn’t earn. Outside, a bouncy castle quivered like a nervous jellyfish under a balloon arch that screamed PARTY in letters shaped like cartoon hearts. “Okay,” Molly whispered, tracing a map of the yard in the dirt. “We slip through the gate, neutralize the cookie jar alarm, and—” Bill’s grin widened. “And steal every last present. Like a seasonal menace.” “Less menace,” Molly said, pausing to listen. From the house came a muffled countdown and someone singing the birthday song at the wrong speed. “The kids are practicing,” Bill added, like that was a real job requirement. Molly snapped her fingers and held up a spool of rainbow ribbon. “We’ll distract them with confetti camouflage.” Bill nodded, then pointed at the security camera. “What about that?” Molly tapped her earpiece, then revealed a tiny plastic duck with googly eyes. “Duck-based disruption device.” Bill snorted. “That’s not a real thing.” Molly’s eyes glittered. “It’s absolutely a real thing. Ask the duck.” “Great,” Bill said. “I’m stealing presents from a party full of toddlers.” Molly leaned closer, voice steady and conspiratorial. “Exactly. We’re professionals.” Bill adjusted his mask, which was already smudged with frosting he hadn’t stolen yet. “Let’s do this before the magician starts.” Molly raised the duck. “On three.” “One,” Bill said. “Two,” Molly corrected. “Three,” they whispered together, and the yard lights flickered like the house was laughing.