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"Alright, Molly, the layout?" Bill whispers, peering through the hedge. "Clowns on the left, bouncy castle on the right, tables piled high with loot right through those big glass doors," Molly replies, sketching in the dirt. "Security?" "Dad over there? He's busy refilling the piñata," Bill grins. "And the kids are glued to the magician, Sparkles the Magnificent." "Sparkles looks like he just escaped a retirement community," Molly mutters. "Plan?" "Simple, sweetheart. You create a diversion near the punch bowl – maybe 'accidentally' knock it over?" "Bill, that's genius. Pure chaos. You grab the loot while they're mopping up." "Works for me. Meet you at the van in five minutes? Full load." "Five minutes? Bill, those presents are wrapped tighter than a Burrito Supreme! We'll need ten, maybe fifteen!" "Ten minutes, then. Don't get distracted by the cake." "Me? Distracted? Never. Now, where did I put my crowbar?" Bill asks, patting his pockets. "It's in your back pocket, idiot. You sat on it during the clown act." "Ah. Explains the wedgie. Let's go steal Christmas in July!"