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Molly lowered the binoculars and exhaled into the November air, which smelled of pine needles and suburban ambition. The lawn glowed with fairy lights arranged in a path that led directly to an inflatable castle of an aggressively cheerful purple, as if the universe had decided that the night needed one more insult to her professional pride. She turned to Bill, whose silk bow tie had already come loose at the collar and was now dangling like a white flag of surrender. "Bill, it's purple," Molly said. Bill tugged at the satin lining of his disguise and glanced at the castle. "Purple means luxury. Luxury means presents. Presents mean we are exactly where we need to be." "Party starts in fifteen minutes," Molly said, tapping her clipboard with a sharp click. "We slip through the kitchen window, disable the sound system, and extract before the cake." Bill stared at the balloon arch shaped like dinosaurs. "I forgot the key." "You have gum," Molly said. "I have three keys in my pocket," Bill corrected. "Use the gum to bribe the dog." Bill glanced at the golden retriever dozing by the fence with an expression of profound indifference. "You want me to negotiate with a Labrador?" "I want you to think, Bill. Those boxes under the tree are wrapped in metallic foil that probably costs more than my entire retirement plan." Bill pulled out a crumpled map stained with coffee. "The back door is deadbolted, but the window above the sink is open because the mother said fresh air keeps children docile." Molly shook her head. "Children are chaos in sneakers. We have eight minutes." She produced a velvet sack and slipped it over her shoulder. "I'm carrying extraction gear. You are carrying nerves of steel." "I am carrying panic," Bill said. "And a granola bar." "Good. Use both." They crossed the lawn like shadows wearing mismatched socks. Molly vaulted the fence and landed in a hydrangea bed with a soft hiss. Bill followed, snagging his bow tie on a rosebush. "Your tie," Molly whispered. "It's a symbol of commitment," Bill hissed. Inside, the kitchen smelled of chocolate frosting and anxiety. The living room beyond glowed with stacks of presents arranged like a small army of happiness. Molly pointed toward the largest box wrapped in silver paper. "Target acquired. Grab big, avoid teddy, escape through the garage." Bill reached for a glitter-covered box when a high voice chirped behind them. "Are you the magician?" Molly turned with the confident grin of someone who had once won a regional karaoke trophy. "Yes. We are here to improve the experience." The child nodded solemnly. "My mom said you steal presents." Molly froze, then glanced at Bill, who was already reaching into his bag. "We are here for scientific purposes." "Archaeological gift study," Bill added loudly. The child pointed at a large package. "The big one has a teddy inside." "Excellent intelligence," Molly said, tossing two boxes into her sack. "Bill, the window. Now." Bill scrambled up, grabbed the sack, and tumbled through the open window back into the hedge. Molly followed, landing beside him with the sack rustling loudly. "We have them?" Bill asked. "We have enough to apologize and buy a bow tie," Molly said, sprinting toward the alley. Bill paused to untangle silk from a thorn. "Next time, pool party. Fewer presents. More puddles." They vanished into the twilight, leaving only a glittering footprint and the distant sound of birthday singing.