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Molly crouched behind the hedge, patting her satchel like it contained a carefully folded blanket instead of crowbars and guilt. Bill stood at the curb with a handheld scanner the size of a taco, blinking as if it too was nervous about cake. “Okay,” Molly whispered, staring at the front window where balloons bobbed like cheerful sentries, “that house is basically a candy-coated fortress.” Bill lifted a finger toward a tiny motion sensor mounted beside the porch swing. “Relax. I’ve got a plan. We’ll charm the sensor with science.” He tapped the scanner. It emitted a polite chirp, then immediately squealed, as though offended by his confidence. Molly leaned closer to the door. “We are absolutely not charming anything. We are sneaking. Like professionals.” She slid a wafer-thin wedge into the lock with the delicacy of someone cutting birthday cake, except with more consequences. The latch clicked; the door swung inward just enough to invite trouble. From inside came laughter, the kind that sounded like sprinkles and shushing. Bill peered through the crack. “If there’s a guard dog, I’m naming it first.” Molly smirked. “If there’s a guard dog, you’re feeding it the bribe paperwork.” They slipped into the hallway, where every gift sat under a towering tree of wrapping paper. Molly’s eyes gleamed. “Ready to snatch everything?” she asked. Bill grinned. “After you promise not to steal the dinosaur piñata.” Molly nodded. “No promises.” Then they began, quietly, eagerly, and very badly timed.