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At midnight, Molly crouched behind a hedge while Bill studied the community hall through binoculars that magnified only his own eyebrows in alarming detail again. “The presents are piled beside the cake. We slip in wearing party hats, smile politely, and leave with the entire mountain, unnoticed tonight, dear Bill.” Inside, Bill examined paper stars dangling over tiny chairs, while a banner announced a birthday for twins, doubling their anticipated haul and halving cake supply. “I have forged invitations, mapped the exits, and practiced looking like a distant uncle who definitely understands balloon animals and can operate scissors safely indoors.” Molly checked the lock picks, then noticed the hall door standing open and several children guarding presents with solemn vigilance like tiny museum curators inside. “Excellent. I’ll distract the children with a magic trick: producing three coins, then pretending the rabbit escaped through the ventilation system above us again, probably.” Bill’s rented van waited nearby, disguised as an ice cream truck, although its painted cone resembled a suspiciously lumpy traffic signal after a windy afternoon. “And if parents ask, we’re professional gift inspectors, checking wrapping quality and ensuring every toy reaches a responsible adult with excellent references from Santa himself.”