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Molly adjusted her black balaclava, peering through a gap in the hedge. The back garden was a riot of primary colours and chaotic energy. Bill fidgeted beside her, nearly knocking over a gnome. "Too many kids," he whispered, voice muffled. "They're like sticky landmines." Molly ignored him, scanning the buffet table piled high with suspiciously bright cupcakes. "Presents are in the garage," she breathed, pointing. "Weak lock. Easy grab." Bill watched a toddler trip over a stray toy car, sending streamers flying. "Timing's crucial," Molly continued, calculating angles. "When the magician starts the rabbit trick, chaos erupts. We slip in, grab, slip out. No noise." Bill nodded, wiping sweat with his sleeve. "What if the rabbit bites?" Molly shot him a withering look. "Bill, focus. Just... watch where you step." The magician flourished, pulling out a squeaky rubber chicken. Bill groaned. "This is gonna be a disaster." Molly tightened her grip on the sack. "Ready?" Bill took a deep, shaky breath. "As I'll ever be."