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Molly and Bill crouched behind the bakery, studying rainbow balloons outside the community hall. A cardboard reindeer guarded entrance like a festive bouncer. “Bill, remember the rule: we enter quietly, grab presents, and leave before anyone notices our stylish criminal excellence without anybody crying into the frosting afterward.” Bill adjusted his penguin mask, purchased for a school play, smelling faintly of glue, sardines, and regret after several damp winters and rain. “Quietly?” Bill whispered. “You brought a glitter cannon, three whoopee cushions, and a trained goose named Professor Honk for reasons you still refuse to explain to me.” Molly patted the cannon lovingly. Inside, the stolen party map shared space with licorice, lock picks, and an emergency cucumber wrapped in newspaper. “The goose is our distraction. When children chase him, we’ll slip inside and liberate every beautifully wrapped treasure before cake-related witnesses arrive screaming nearby outside,” Molly said. From inside came music, laughter, and the unmistakable thump of a child discovering party games involved rules. The goose honked judgmentally disapprovingly nearby. “Ready? On three: one, two—” Bill asked. “Wait. Why is the cardboard reindeer wearing my coat and my hat too, while guarding all those presents tonight, obviously?” Molly hissed.