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Molly leaned against a rusted dumpster, her breath visible in the cold air. “Alright, Bill. We’re not stealing *all* the presents. Just the really expensive ones. The robot ones, yeah?” Bill adjusted his ski mask, which kept slipping over his eyes. “What if the parents notice? Or the kids? What if the clown—” “The clown’s a red herring.” Molly rolled her eyes. “We’ll use the piñata as a distraction. Smash it first, chaos ensues, we slip in.” “But what if the parents come running?” “Then we bribe them with the leftover cupcakes. I saw a whole box in your backpack earlier.” Bill paused. “You’ve been planning this since we met.” “Obviously. Now, the helium balloon. I rigged it to the chandelier. Pop it, lights go out, we’re ghosts.” He nodded slowly. “And the getaway?” “Van’s waiting. I even got gas. Try not to trip on the way in.” “Deal. But if I die, I want you to keep the robot dinosaur.” Molly smirked. “Worth it.”