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The dim glow of a single streetlamp flickered against the side of the house, its yellow light barely piercing the gloom of the suburban night. Molly adjusted the black ski mask over her face, her gloved fingers testing the lockpick in her hand. Beside her, Bill knelt in the bushes, his own mask askew, muttering under his breath about the "ridiculous" amount of tinsel wrapped around the back fence. "You ever notice how these rich folks love their decorations?" he whispered, yanking at a strand of glittering plastic that refused to give. "It’s like a gauntlet designed by someone who’s *never* had to break into a party before." Molly shot him a look, her dark eyes reflecting the faint light. "Less complaining, more picking. The kids are probably already asleep, but their parents aren’t. And let’s be real—those parents will notice if all the presents under the tree vanish overnight." Bill finally yanked the tinsel free with a sharp *crack*, sending a shower of silver spirals onto the lawn. "There. Happy now? Next time, stick to jewel heists. You know, something where people don’t decorate their lives with enough glitter to blind a raccoon." Molly ignored him, the lock clicking open with a satisfying *snap*. She pushed the back door just wide enough to slip inside, the scent of cake and artificial pine filling the air. Bill followed, already eyeing the stack of wrapped gifts under a heavily beaded curtain. "Alright," Molly murmured. "We take the big stuff first—probably the most expensive. Electronics, gaming consoles, that kind of thing. Leave the stuffed animals for the little brother’s birthday, got it?" Bill groaned, lifting a remote-controlled car from under the tree. "You’re telling me we’re doing this for glitter-bombed plastic junk?"