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"The loot is absolutely massive," Bill hissed, pointing a trembling finger at the wrapped mountain dominating the living room floor. Molly adjusted her tinsel garment, the coarse sequins scratching mercilessly against her pink latex gloves while she crouched low, peering through the bay window at the explosive chaos of colors erupting within the house. She checked her cartoon-faced watch, tapping the second hand rhythmically with intensity while her other hand gripped the grappling hook disguised as a chicken. Bill was losing his mind, sweating profusely until rivulets streamed down his face, his nose flattened completely against the cold glass distortion making his features grotesque until one eye bulged hugely behind his polka-dot mask. He whispered about dimensions with cracked greed. Molly nodded, calculating angles. They needed absolute chaos manifesting instantly. Movement would be triggered solely by the precise moment the portly host leaned forward to extinguish the birthday flames, a maneuver calculated to ensure distractions multiplied rapidly via shrieking toddlers and parents screaming for juice. Bill wiped greasy forehead, mentioning "my wheelbarrow loaded with duct tape and optimism." Molly smirked, extracting a shiny lollipop crowbar from her belt. She issued a final warning: "Just remember, we are professionals, not carolers."