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Molly adjusted her black ski mask, the elastic biting into her hair. "Alright, Bill. The chaos is our cover. We slip in after the piñata's broken. Parents are distracted, kids are sugar-crazed." She gestured towards the brightly decorated house, balloons bobbing in the breeze. "Target: the pile by the door. Grab and go. Five minutes max, tops. No heroics." Bill fiddled with his oversized gloves, eyeing a stray tricycle warily. "Five minutes? With that tiny terror in the Batman costume eyeing the loot like a hawk? Seems risky." He nudged a discarded party horn with his toe. "What if the clown shows early?" Molly sighed, pulling out a small, sleek tool. "Then we improvise. Focus, Bill. Remember, 'accidental' tripping near the presents is our distraction. You create the mess, I grab the bags. Simple." She peered through the front window, watching a toddler attempt to eat a cupcake sideways. "The presents look nice. Expensive wrapping paper... should be easy targets." Bill kicked the tricycle again. "Easy? Sounds like begging for a sugar-rush tantrum. My legs are shaky already." He straightened up. "Alright, let's do this. Just... don't leave me behind, yeah?"