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Molly adjusted her black balaclava, studying the rainbow balloons through binoculars. The backyard teemed with sugar-crazed toddlers. "Bill," she whispered, "the loot lies beneath the piñata carnage." Bill tightened his gloves. "We're villains, not clowns." "Exactly. We'll vanish before cake." They scaled the wooden fence, landing softly near the gift table. Colorful packages towered like cardboard castles. Molly unzipped her duffel. Bill froze when a child offered him a cupcake. "Take it. Blend in." Molly stuffed teddy bears and remote cars into the sack. Outside, the moon sneered. "We're disgusting adults," Bill said, accepting the frosting. "Capitalists," Molly corrected, tying the knot. They bolted through the gate, sacks bouncing. Behind them, parents clapped for the magician. Molly glanced back. "Next year?" "Never," Bill panted. "Too sparkly." The car engine roared. Moley grinned at the stolen loot. "Happy heist, partner." Bill wiped his mouth. "Merry criminal Christmas."<|end_message|>