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"Bill, are we really doing the ‘kidnap the gifts’ routine again?" Molly whispered. "Yep," Bill said, "because adults buy boring stuff and children buy glittery chaos." "That’s not a routine," Molly argued, "that’s a lifestyle of petty retail thievery." "Language," Bill sighed. "We call it festive reallocation." "Festive reallocation sounds like a tax form," Molly said. "Hush. The party starts in ten minutes and the clown is already late." "I hate clowns," Bill admitted. "They smell like optimism and cheap eyeliner." Molly leaned closer. "Then we wear capes and become… very suspicious invisible adults." "Invisibility is expensive," Bill said, patting his empty pockets. "We’ll improvise." "With what, magic?" "With snacks," Bill said. "Kids love snacks more than morals." "That is depressingly true," Molly said. "Okay, you distract them with balloon animals." "I’m not approved for balloon duty," Bill protested. "Last time I tried, a giraffe unionized." Molly grinned. "Fine. You distract. I grab presents, and we leave before someone asks our age." "What if they ask?" Bill asked. "We’ll say we’re… ageless," Molly replied. "Like villains." "Villains with receiptless joy," Bill said. "Exactly. Now shush—someone’s coming." "And if the doorbell rings," Molly murmured, "you tell them you’re the present delivery!"