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In a dimly lit alley, Molly and Bill crouched behind a dumpster. "Operation Jingle Bell Jacker is a go," Molly whispered, tossing Bill a blueprint. Bill peered at the scribbles. "The party’s at the mansion. Security cameras at the entrance. How do we—" "Distract the guards with a ‘magical’ ice cream truck. You hack the system, I’ll grab the presents." "Are you sure? What if the kids—" "Kids are the distraction. They’ll scream, we run." Molly smirked. "Unless you’d rather face a toddler army?" Bill adjusted his glasses. "Fine. But if we’re caught, I’m blaming you." "Deal. Now, the presents—wrapped in pure joy, stolen in pure haste." Molly held up a fake mustache. "Cape optional. Clowns are bad luck." "Right. Midnight. You bring the loot magnet, I bring the ‘accidental’ clown nose." "Brilliant. Let’s rob a room full of sugar-crazed maniacs." Bill saluted with a gadget. "On it. But if we die, I’m haunting you first." Molly laughed. "Worth it." They vanished into the night, leaving only a discarded blueprint and a very confused raccoon.