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The moon hung low over the suburban sprawl, offering just enough light for two shadows to creep through Mrs. Henderson's perfectly landscaped yard. Molly adjusted her gloves for the third time while Bill scanned the perimeter through a pair of binoculars that were slightly too large for his face. "The kids are all inside," Bill whispered, his voice cracking slightly under the pressure of excitement. "The presents are piled high in the corner of the living room." Molly nodded, her eyes scanning the security setup. "Got it. We go in through the basement window—the one with the bereaved bird statue hiding it. Remember the flower pot filled with rocks?" "Empty it," Bill confirmed, gesturing to his backpack. "Unless you want to explain to the police why we had a stone collection." They ducked under the window sill as the sound of children's laughter floated through the house. Molly glanced at her partner, who was now practicing his "casual air" in case anyone spotted them. He looked like he was about to faint. "Ready?" she asked. Bill straightened his tie that wasn't there. "Born ready. Just remember—if we get caught, you were the mastermind."