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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly as she crouched behind a bush. The backyard was a riot of color—balloons, streamers, and a mountain of presents under a sagging piñata. Bill fiddled with his fake beard, which kept slipping over his nose. "Think the kids’ll notice if we just walk in?" Bill whispered. Molly rolled her eyes. "We’re dressed as clowns, Bill. We’ll blend right in." A child’s laughter rang out as a boy in a dinosaur costume tripped over his own tail. Bill adjusted his oversized bowtie. "What’s the play?" Molly pointed. "You distract the magician. I’ll hit the gift table." Bill groaned. "I hate magicians." "Then hate him quietly." The back door swung open, and a harried parent stepped out, balancing a tray of cupcakes. Molly nudged Bill. "Now." He sighed, straightening his polka-dot pants. "Wish me luck." Molly smirked. "You’ll need it."