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Molly adjusted her ski mask, peering through the garage window at the chaotic scene. "Right, Bill. The plan. We hit during the piñata bash. Maximum chaos, minimum witnesses." Bill fiddled with a single oven mitt. "Chaos? Molly, there are five kids hyped on pure sugar swinging a stick at a papier-mâche donkey. That's not chaos, that's a natural disaster zone." He pointed a gloved finger. "See? Billy just threw up on the bouncy castle. That's our opening." "Focus," Molly hissed. "While Billy’s parents are dealing with the biohazard, we slip in. Grab the pile of presents near the door. Easy." "Easy? Molly, those presents are wrapped in glitter paper. Glitter gets *everywhere*. It’s like stealing from a unicorn." He shuddered. "And what about the noise? Kids scream when they see strangers in masks." "We're wearing ski masks, Bill, not hockey gear. And we're stealing presents, not candy. Grab and go. Got it?" Bill sighed, pulling the mitt over his hand. "Got it. But if I get glitter in my mustache, I'm blaming you."