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“Molly, are you sure this is the right house?” Bill whispered, squinting at the glowing banner. “Of course it’s the right house. I stole their address from a fortune cookie,” Molly said. “Fortune cookies don’t have addresses.” “They do when you lick the seasoning off the page first.” Bill sniffed. “Smells like cinnamon and crime.” “Shh. Their presents are inside. We came for every last one.” “Every last one?” “Every last one.” Bill adjusted his fake mustache. “Do we take the big stuff first, or the small stuff that looks like squishy happiness?” “We take the small stuff first. The big stuff makes noise. The small stuff says, ‘Oh look, it’s a toy!’ and then—boom—ours.” Bill nodded solemnly. “Stealth through deception. Like a stroller-shaped ninja.” Molly grinned. “Exactly. You bring the grappling hook.” “I thought we were using the bouncy castle as camouflage.” “We are. But you still need the hook for the window.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “A hook. Through a bouncy castle.” “Trust the process.” “What’s my part?” “You distract the birthday clown.” Bill blinked. “There’s a birthday clown?” “Only if you scream ‘FREE CANDY’ at the wrong time.” Bill exhaled. “Noted. I will scream carefully.” Molly tapped her earpiece. “Okay. On three?” “On three.” “One… two…” “Three! Also, Molly—are we stealing batteries?” “Only the expensive ones. Babies deserve standards.”