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Behind the bakery, Molly unfolded a map of the community hall: a frosting-smeared napkin. Bill leaned close, wearing sunglasses at night and a paper crown marked BEST UNCLE. Through the windows, balloons bobbed above a mountain of gifts beside the cake. Parents stood everywhere, alert as guards; a golden retriever slept nearby. Molly tapped the napkin. Bill nodded solemnly, though his shoes were on the wrong feet. Children started singing. The thieves froze, then softened. A boy waved through the glass. Bill waved back; his crown slipped. Their daring plan dissolved into a duet. Nobody stole anything, not the cake. “Tonight, Molly, we liberate every present from those cheerful children.” “Bill, that sounds less like burglary and more like parenting.” “I have a sack, a disguise, and no festive spirit.” “My disguise is a reindeer sweater, which makes you suspicious.” “The presents are unattended while everyone sings by the cake.” “So is the cake, Bill; perhaps we steal that instead.” “No; frosting has ruined cleaner operations than ours, trust me.” “Then we take nothing, unless the children offer us cake.” “Agreed; our code forbids disappointing tiny guests at parties, ever.” “Excellent. We’ll leave the presents and steal one balloon each.”