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Molly crouched behind a hedge, squinting at the party tent. “Bill, we’re *so* close. Look at all those gift bags!” Bill adjusted his ski mask, which was suspiciously small for his face. “Are you sure this isn’t a bad idea? It’s a *children’s* party. What if the parents catch us?” “Parents? Pfft. They’ll be too busy chasing their tiny demons. We just need a distraction.” Molly pulled out a squeaky rubber duck. “Like this. Toss it by the punch bowl, scream about a spider, and *bam*—everyone’s scattered.” “Screaming? Molly, they’re three years old. Screaming won’t distract them—they’ll probably join in.” “Exactly! Chaos. We slip in, grab the presents, and vanish before anyone notices.” Bill narrowed his eyes. “And the presents? Are they just… lying around?” “Wrapped, yes. But what if they’re fragile? What if they’re *expensive*?” “What if we just steal the wrapping paper and leave the presents?” Molly gasped. “Bill! That’s diabolical.” “Just thinking outside the—” He paused. “Wait. What if we dress as Santa and elves? Blend in?” “Bill, you’d look like a deranged elf. Let’s go with the duck.” They exchanged a fist bump. “To the chaos!” “To the duck,” Bill corrected, honking it once. They sprinted toward the tent.