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Molly traced the route on the napkin with a sticky finger. “Okay, the west window is our best entry. Low risk, high reward. Once we’re in, we grab and ghost. Simple.” “Simple?” Bill scoffed, polishing a monocle. “Molly, my dear, you’re thinking like a professional. This requires finesse. These are children’s presents. We need a theme. I’ll be ‘The Jolly Present Goblin’. You can be… ‘The Shadow of Wrapping Paper’.” “No,” Molly said flatly. “We’re not dressing up. The goal is to not be seen. And ‘Goblin’ sounds aggressive. We don’t want any crying.” “Oh, right, because the sound of a crying child is the worst thing we could possibly hear while committing a felony,” Bill muttered, adjusting his tiny top hat. “Fine, no costumes. But we are taking the giant inflatable unicorn. It’ll be our getaway vehicle.” Molly stared at him. “Bill, we’re stealing it in a wheelbarrow.” “Details.” He waved a dismissive hand. “Now, about the loot distribution…”