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Molly and Bill sat in a rusty white van outside the community center, the engine off to avoid noise. Bill pressed binoculars to his face. "Look at that pile. Forty presents, easy." He licked his lips eagerly. Molly, holding a notepad filled with stick figures, nodded. "We go in as entertainers." She sketched a clown and crossed it out. "Clowns?" Bill shuddered violently. "Too creepy. Kids scream at clowns these days." "No, magicians." From her oversized backpack, she produced a shiny top hat. "We'll do the classic sawing trick." Bill raised a thick eyebrow. "On who?" His voice cracked with fear. "You." Bill crossed his arms defensively. "I'm not letting you saw me in half. That's crazy talk." "It's the perfect distraction. The parents will stare, the kids will cry, and meanwhile..." She pointed dramatically at the present table. Bill considered, tapping his chin slowly. "What if I actually bleed?" "You won't. The box has a hidden compartment. I'll just saw air." "And the bunny?" "For the kids who cry too loud." She pulled out a ragged squirrel puppet. Molly smirked. Bill sighed heavily. "Trust me." "Fine. But I'm not wearing sequins. Or a silly wig. And I hate wigs."