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"The candy cane security is a joke," Molly whispered, adjusting her balaclava. "It's the clowns I'm worried about. They've got shifty eyes." "Clowns are professionals, Molly," Bill hissed back, polishing a pair of novelty oversized glasses. "Their job is to distract while the real work gets done. We'll be in and out before the piñata even gets whacked." "And what about the presents? The good stuff." Molly gestured towards the brightly wrapped mountain of gifts under the tree. "That's the easy part. I've got a device." Bill proudly held up a magnetic ribbon dispenser. "We just walk in, look official, and slap these on. The wrapping paper does all the work." "It better," Molly grumbled. "If I have to wear this getup any longer, I'm going to develop a permanent fear of red noses. Now, on three. One... two..." A high-pitched squeal cut her off. "Look! The entertainers are here!" A tiny voice yelled, pointing right at them. "It's the Shrimpy Brothers!"