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"I'm telling you this is the mother lode," Molly whispered from behind the bushes. "Twenty screaming kids, rich parents that will forget half the gifts in the chaos." Bill adjusted his ill-fitting elf costume. "I still think the elf outfit idea was terrible. These pointy shoes are killing me. How are we supposed to blend in with actual children?" "Blend in? We've got to steal, not socialize, Bill. Twenty kids under the tree, a pile of colorful boxes begging to be grabbed while everyone's distracted by the clown." "The clown?" Bill's eyebrows shot up. "You didn't mention any professional entertainment." "The parents hired some guy in makeup. He'll keep the brats busy with his mediocre magic tricks while we stuff bags full of whatever's under that tree. Easy money." "Until some four-year-old recognizes our faces from last year's Christmas market job," Bill grumbled.