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The attic window creaked, promising an entrance no parent would ever suspect. Molly adjusted her tiny tuxedo, while Bill stuffed a glitter duffel bag with candy rope. Below them, balloons bobbed like suspicious planets, and a magician rabbit watched the thieves with judgment. “Too loud,” Molly whispered. “Sorry,” Bill whispered. “Wear this.” Molly handed him a fake mustache. “Will it work?” Bill asked. “Only if you look incompetent.” Molly answered. “Then we are perfect.” Bill replied. “Yes, absolutely perfect.” Molly grinned. They descended into a hallway papered with cartoon unicorns. The presents sat beneath a gingerbread tree, surrounded by children who ate cake with alarming precision. Molly sketched a route through frosting footprints, avoiding the pinata and the inevitable toddler tripper. Bill admired a boxed robot, then remembered his dignity and moved on. Their plan required timing, misdirection, and a borrowed party hat that would absolutely ruin any getaway photo. Outside, a clown van idled, its engine coughing as if offended by kid television. Molly checked her watch, Bill checked his pockets, both checked the hallway for cake stains. The heist needed chaos, chaos needed balloons, and balloons needed a very expensive emergency release mechanism stolen earlier from a parade.