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Molly slid along the hallway like a tasteful shadow, wearing a fake mustache that looked offended by the job. Bill crouched beside the stolen delivery cart, studying the door keypad with the focus of a detective and the luck of a goldfish. “Okay,” Molly whispered, adjusting her crowbar-shaped key. “We go in, we grab presents, we go out before anyone asks our names.” Bill held up a printed floor map, mostly blank except for a hand-drawn lollipop and an angry stick figure labeled Toddler Guardian. “I don’t see a way around the cupcakes,” Bill murmured. Molly pointed at the ceiling vent. “That’s our way. Also, the cupcakes are probably a decoy. Like an alarm, but edible.” Bill snorted and pressed his ear to the door. A muffled cheer floated through, followed by the thump of bouncing feet and the squeal of someone learning how to blow bubbles. “If we’re caught,” Bill said, “I’m claiming we’re surprise magicians.” Molly grinned. “Perfect. I’ll be the magician who accidentally drops the entire sack of joy.” Bill checked his gloves. “Do we really have to steal all of them?” “Yes,” Molly hissed, “every single shiny little box. It’s the only acceptable business plan.” Bill exhaled. “Fine. Quick in, quick out.” Molly nodded toward the vent. “On three.” “One,” Bill whispered. “Two,” Molly said. “Th—” The doorbell chirped, bright and cheerful, like it had just learned manners.